The prompt was:
It’s never too late to…
It’s never too late to fly
Unless you jump without pixie dust.
It’s never too late to try
Unless you aren’t prepared to adjust.
Maybe you did jump
Knowing your happy thoughts weren’t strong.
Maybe you wanted to fall—
You wanted it all along.
It’s never too late for love
Unless your heart is carved from ice.
It’s never too late to melt
Unless it physically hurts to be nice.
Maybe you wanted a change;
You were finally ready to learn.
Maybe you needed the heat—
You needed to feel the burn.
It’s never too late, you know,
To let go and embrace the new.
It’s never too late for your heart
To decide what it wants to do.
Maybe you really are ready
To fall until you fly.
Maybe your pixie is waiting…
She’s waiting for you to try.
It’s never too late to be loved,
Your pixie thinks you should know.
It’s never too late to believe—
Believe and love will grow.
Maybe it’s time to be happy.
All you need is faith and trust.
Oh! And something I forgot…
A little bit of pixie dust.
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