Jump for me so happily, Change my first to B and I stand to pee. A pink haired healer who is Brock’s bride to be, Pure ecstatic emotion, held in letters of three.

I’m not instant, but I am intentional. I describe progress, not completion. I can be physical or personal.

Every parent wishes to see this when they open their kid's bedroom door But say me without a pause and it's a cause for serious concern

I’m walked by feet or shaped in the mind. I start with choice, direction defined. Some lose me when their worlds turn gray, And find me again by light of day.

What is always in front of you but can’t be seen?