Fawning over bears
Gets you mauled

Kindling young wood
Leaves splinters

Running with scissors
Can poke an eye out

Feeding the tadpoles
Can take a lifetime

Do you have a lifetime? Can you afford to lose your head? Scar your body? Poke an eye out?

Staring at stars
Can blind you

Living in the stars
May asphyxiate

Dreaming too much
Wrinkles your linens

Sleeping with the enemy
Gets you killed

There’s no room for a doe-eyed lumberjack whittling logs into paper mâché milky ways.

Match your shoes with your dress, young lady.
Your path needs to be sensible.


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