Wishing

I've been blowing dandelions Closing my eyes tight while rubbing horseshoes And wishing upon shooting stars My whole life But none have ever proven to me That the existence of these beliefs are true Nor has it shown me That willing and wishing with all your might Turns things around and makes things right They all have taught me That nothing is given to those that want So I tried for a while to never want To never expect To never wish again But this has proven also to be the exact same outcome I've had belief I've had desire I've had passion I've had faith I've had hope I've had love And I've had will power But still my dreams My wishes did not shower What am I suppose to do When everything I've tried leaves me feeling down and blue And nothing has of yet come true I've even prayed for this one thing But still god The great divine did not bring What am I to do When everyone I pass show me that their dreams and wishes are living still Am I not meant to have the one thing That money can not buy? Am I just destined to live alone and die? Why do I, like a stars child Live to repeatedly ask the question why? Or is there something that I have missed And I have yet to try? Maybe I'll write it in a poem And send it sailing over sea's Kneel down and feel the sand Upon my beaten knee's Maybe I shall whisper it In the whistle of the blowing tree's Or was this meant? For me to walk a certain path? To bring me other joys in which to bathe Do I need this? To get on my own knees and pave My cobbled road? To maybe plant along the way The seeds of a rose? Was this my own doing? Was it something that I chose? All I'm left knowing Is I plant my wishes But it never grows! Written By Sarah Linklater 19th April 2015