Wishful Thinking
Wishful thinking
Wishful thinking, the realities of your mind,
Like the sight of a man, that is truly blind.
It’s a beastly lion, in the shadow of a cat,
Like the rise of a balloon, that has gone flat.
Wishful thinking, unsolved problems with a clue,
Imagination in motion, from a faded point of view.
Desires of the heart, with impossible dreams,
Like a ride across the sky, on a Bald Eagles wings.
Written by: Sarita A. Milliner © 9/28/2016
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