For better or worse <br />We become accustomed <br />To our lives. <br /> <br />Witnesses to our <br />Own lifelong experiment, <br />We unconsciously <br />Go about the business of <br />Defining our norm, <br />Our ‘average day’, through <br />The passing of years. <br /> <br />Until, <br />Falling to foolishness, <br />We begin to expect <br />Nothing more <br />Than more of the same <br />And call a day ‘good’ <br />Merely for lack of change. <br /> <br />By then, <br />We have long since <br />Set down the magic sword, <br />Said goodbye to the invisible friend, <br />Escaped from the secret kingdom <br />And been told <br />That only birds can fly. <br /> <br />We…have, then, begun to end. <br /> <br />But, sometimes <br />Someone somewhere, <br />Somehow <br />Manages, in some way, <br />To pause for a moment <br />And consider <br />What it would be <br />To refuse <br />Another average day. <br /> <br />And if <br />Some small part of them <br />Still believes <br />That life is nothing more <br />Than what we dream <br />It to be <br />Maybe, just maybe, <br />Fate will intervene. <br /> <br />Life, perhaps, <br />Will be somehow <br />Transformed, changed - <br />Whether quickly or slowly <br />Dramatically or quietly, <br />Some certain something <br />Will be <br />Irreversibly altered. <br /> <br />And someone… can begin, again.<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-practical-application-of-what-we-forgot/