There once was a little tortoise,
Who desperately wanted to fly,
He strapped wings to his shell,
Wished himself well,
And Jumped off a cliff to the sky.
There once was a starving Coyote,
Who desperately wished for a meal,
Then down fell some lunch
With a thunderous crunch,
......
Short upstairs and short downstairs,
Short in memory and no spare.
Short in hands that gives,
Short in hands that receives.
Short in legs that rush to opportunities,
Short in connections to possibilities.
That heartbeat I heard, so miserably yearned–
An ear so desperate, melancholic and afeared;
Absurdity it stirred, conferred my eyes blurred–
Adversity! So perilously longing for the end ...
There once was a little tortoise,
Who desperately wanted to fly,
He strapped wings to his shell,
Wished himself well,
And Jumped off a cliff to the sky.
There once was a starving Coyote,
Who desperately wished for a meal,
Then down fell some lunch
With a thunderous crunch,
......
That heartbeat I heard, so miserably yearned–
An ear so desperate, melancholic and afeared;
Absurdity it stirred, conferred my eyes blurred–
Adversity! So perilously longing for the end ...
Short upstairs and short downstairs,
Short in memory and no spare.
Short in hands that gives,
Short in hands that receives.
Short in legs that rush to opportunities,
Short in connections to possibilities.