Baby, rub that lamp

You sit there, quite unaware. 

Thinking the world just doesn’t care.

But, it’s just waiting. It’s waiting. 

Waiting for you to finally get up

push the things that don’t matter aside,

confront the need you try to hide.

And jump.



Push open that pesky door. 

There is no sign.

It’s just deciding. 

No longer hiding. 

Stop saying “I can’t”

What wish do you want to grant?

You are your own genie.