Wishes

The way of a wish.

Wishes

Wishes are like whispers in the ear to the mind of nature...

Sometimes they come true

Sometimes they come back to you...

But wishes are like standing in line at the homeless shelter

You are never on time

You never get a place, and you hardly have a dime.

Wishes are a will left in a thought or a word

Waiting in line to be rejected or heard

Waiting for action to help them occur...

Nature has no mind, no ear, nor the care of a t**d

So as long as you don't live on your wishes or confer to your will

Your wishes will remain unheard, untrue, the impossible peak at the top of a hill

The silence of a will, waiting ever still...

Author's Note

My view in short of how wishes work. Tell me what you think!