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.
