Holy heck of a baby mushroom life is short.

You little speck of time you.

Be sure to be sad when you are sad.

Let it consume and then boom.

When you want to dance, really dance.

Holy heck of a blue baboon.

When you feel like running to the moon, live in that moment.

Even if its all on your own, especially when youa e alone.

Feel the bubbles turn into balloons and when the hot air pops, dona stop.

Turn that hum into a sing and let the majestic flying begin.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Valnuary, in the year 877 AF.