Anything is Possible

The sea of stars winks at the audience down below

As if every soul, breathing or perished, stopped to witness their show on Broadway.

Flowers on the beach glow brightly, almost blinding to the eye.

I feel myself writing my name in the sand, tasting the tears running down my face.

Rain, rain go away, my rain never evaporates.

Hearing my voice talk to myself for hours, saying things you don’t understand.

Be a goldfish.  

Do you know why?  

They have a 10-second memory.

Miley Cyrus is Younger Now, singing songs in Malibu

As her body travels back in time.

But Taylor Swift will always have the edge, smelling Blank Space through Lavender Haze.

The flowers’ petals are so dull and lusterless.

The rocking crib of Nebraska has never seen anything like it.

Oh, how John Cook must’ve felt in that thick sea of red.

Heavy, dry tears fell in Lincoln as records were broken.

92,003 volleyball fans in a football stadium? No cap.

The Stars of Nebraska will hoist the gold trophy when the final kill is struck.

Every time you doubt the Chiefs, Super Bowl banners are hung.

Den fine vinden blåser                                       The fair wind blows, 

selv om sjømannen ikke ser den.           even if the sailor does not see it.

Stars whisper secrets

While Toe Toe listens intently, searching for the answer.

There is no place like Nebraska no matter where you are in the world.

Lose by thirty, sweep ‘em like a broom, we are still here, cheering,

Because tonight, the impossible is possible.

With twinkling dots in the sky, we orbit along, watching the stars in space and on Earth fly high.

<3 Miss Toe