Homer Simpson: I share your xylophobia! Lisa Simpson: No, Dad, you mean “xenophobia”. Xylophobia would be the fear of xylophones. Homer Simpson: I *am* afraid of xylophones. It’s the music you hear when skeletons are dancing!
Life is unpredictable, It changes with the seasons, Even your coldest winter, Happens for better reasons, And though it feels eternal, Like all you’ll ever do is freeze, I promise spring is coming, And with it, brand new leaves.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.