WELL SIR, IT’S LIKE THIS….
Life’s a jigsaw puzzle but we can’t see the picture until the end.
Won’t the forced babies burn to a crisp well before they’re twenty? How is that time enough to cure cancer?
In my dream journal, should I record the date I go to sleep or the date I wake up?
Is there a way to tell the difference between a photograph of a sunrise and a sunset?
Promises are too easy to make and too hard to keep. Handy mermory gets in my way.
It’s easy to believe in Jack Frost because I see him once a year. Sandman too, the next morning. But…
So glad I’m not bald ’cause I’ve got bumps on my head.
I hope there’s reincarnation ’cause there’re some folks I need to tell off!
Most are hellbent on tearing down walls. I need more cement in mine.
The other side of my flapjack says I should be feeding the hungry.
Quick, how does the placebo effect work. Can it help you to walk on water?
Am I outside looking in or inside looking out?
Isn’t it a pity we outgrew miracles!