Do this down, when there’s too many to choose. A few choices, win, win. Weed out choices, lose, lose. Your path will condense, sides will tighten, get smaller. Minus first: Silent ammo, used when wrist is near collar.

On a moonlit stroll, soft as a whisper's grace, Leaving behind a gentle trace. Echoes of journeys, paths to trace, Silent guide in life's embrace.

I vanish quick yet linger long, I live in rhythm, beat, and song. Though never held, I’m always near, the unseen voice you love to hear.

Soft landing spots for airborne thoughts, these playful cushions invite gravity with a plop, often found in game rooms or lazy corners, defying the rigidity of chairs.

Should I have had more water? Should I have done more power posing? I don't know how to fix this, but my legs do feel like this right now.