Wishing you see, makes no sense to me,
wishes are a soft wind blowing though my hair,
lasting a moment and vanishing in the air,
the water on my feet walking on the beach,
the way it always comes but will always leave,
its making a kite choose you over the wind,
or making a lie become truth when you spin,
pointless you see, either for you or for me.
Wishing might be inspiring, I know, but more than that doesn't seem so. You see, I can't wish for happiness and pretend to smile, I can't wish for money and pretend to be millionare, and I can't wish for you, and pretend you're right there. A convict can't wish for freedom and walk out of jail, a child can't wish for food, and have a buffet, but after all this thought, I, with my pointless faith believe and do.. wish for things to come true.
