Yesterday's Wishes

I wished for trails not strewn with roots nor rocks and stumps that trip a careless step - and thought of how 'twould be so kind for life to benefact a tidy sum so - I could rise and yawn each dawn upon the feathered bed of paradise? and - what of love, wherein the perfect mate shares life without regret nor question? we stride, in our expectations, in our dreams and wishes - so nonchalant yet, perfection grows its tenebrous roots that seize the shallow steps we never thought would matter, until we fell and wished to simply ...get up...