I remember now. The magic of life. The magic of you and true.

Keeping true to what you knew was due.

I love the unlimited opportunities that flow through the motivated wind at night.

With somewhere to go, yet nowhere to be.

No obligations, yet no room for patience.

Now is the time to capture your dreams; don’t let the wind get away through the doubtful cracks between your fingers.

But as I squeeze my fingers together, I realize I crushed my dreams.

We must remember the art of surrender.

A little small room where magic gets tender.

There’s a very fine line in which we must balance on.

You can’t want it too much that your life depends upon.

But trust me, it’s true, you can and will sing any song.

Magic has no limits.

Magic has no guidelines.

With knowledge and grace, you can have your dream life.

I cannot give any specific examples.

I, too, was not fond of this sentence.

Why can’t someone tell me what to do in my specific situation?

Just tell me what to do!

And there is mother again.

With another lesson she brings in.

This is your problem to solve. Your lesson to learn. Your story to write. 

Your turn to nurture the wisdom that already lives inside of you.

All I was able to do, was write a poem to guide you.