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.