Ceiling Fan Wishes
Imagine each wing of the whisking fan
Could give you a wish or take you to Neverland
Imagine each swish of cold, cool air
Would make all your problems into things you don't care.
I lie on my bed, my eyes at the roof
I wonder if death was just a small poof
And off we flew with our souls into sky
Knowing that it wasn't so painful to die.
I lie on my bed and stare at the wall
I wonder if life is worth living after all
I mean, we have family and school and lots of friends too
But besides that, where is the important value?
No purpose, no king nor queen
Nothing is really as it seems
We go to school, we arrive back home
Only to wake up the next day and continue the drone.
Maybe if ceiling fan wings could give us a wish
I'd be off, out this world, off with a swish
Away from these worries and away from the land,
Flying into the sky like Peter Pan.
But sadly ceiling fans just turn around and round
Whizzing and swizzing, the comforting sound,
Giving us cool air and no wishes at all
Well, isn't life just such a ball.
I'll wake up tomorrow, with dreams on my lips
Sun on my skin and dew on tulips
I'd walk to school and come home again
Only to wish once more upon the ceiling fan.
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PoetryA book I update as much as I can with poems written by me. Often written during boring classes or at half past eleven at night when everyone is sleeping and the only thing awake are my thoughts bouncing from wall to wall. Please comment any critici...
