Contemplation as my muse

Rooted in reality

She kept her wishful thinking at bay.

Ladyluck had been kind so far

There was nothing to complain about

Sometimes she found things to crib about

Yet caught herself in the act of pessimism..

Wishes cannot be horses

What if she was already riding on the horse and the ride itself was the biggest wish she could ask for ?

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