The Simple Truth Part I
Wishes stand tall like a tree
Tall enough to reach the sky
Until it catches the woodsman’s eye.
Wishes have roots deep in the soil winding
Into the depths for the forgotten shoe
Beneath the bed, oh the joy of finding
What once was desired, now is renewed.
Wishes and cravings, one in the same
Staring at the world outside the barricade
The look of a hungry tiger untamed
Not having his want conveyed.
If a wish stood in front of a mirror
There would be nothing to see
Wishes never come true
For you and for me.
The Simple Truth Part II
If wishes were Christians
We’d all ride Jet-skis on waves of redemption
Raptured to heaven with a smile on our faces
Turned upwards in joyful anticipation
The sendoff will be bash of boundless joy
We’ll eat chocolate cake among the cherubim,
Dancing in our underwear to Heavy Metal.
We have no shame — for we are forgiven.