I walk,
And walk,
And walk some more.
I run, jump, and play.
My short legs don't carry me far.
But from the back of my Whimsical Heart,
I can go anywhere.
To the deepest, darkest Seas of Trial,
Where black ocean meets black land.
Where Dark Creatures swim, Dark Creatures stir.
And no Citizen knows of Good.
To the love-lit Skies of Hope,
Where happiness and family abound.
Purple mountains and the cleanest of rains,
Co-exist with the most sun-swept marigold plains.
I have traveled to both lands (and more!), on the back of my Fanciful Heart.
And I;
Have come out Victor.
Have come out Loser.
Have even come out neither.
All the while,
I've been learning,
Through my travels near and far.
That even Hope has it's own problems,
And Trials always has a light.
That Silver Clouds have a dark outline,
And The Angels have clipped wings.
Good always comes with Bad,
Bad always comes with Good.
On the back of my Temperamental Heart,
I've learned Life isn't that harsh.
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