Wishlist

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