I want a pair of wing
that soar me to the sky,
I want a pool of Pensieve
that store away my sorrow,
I want a forceful embrace
that tell me everything is gonna be alright,
I want an enlightened muse
that guide me through the hazy time.
Ask of million wishes
to show that I am not complacent,
Elders told me not to be greedy
but the rat race leave nothing behind for me,
Here I am, standing strong yet with dilemma
with a sheet of wishlist
trying to have a glimpse of reality