Poetry

My Wishes

My Wishes

I want to fly with the birds,

Sway with the trees.

Play with the sun,

And move with the breeze.

I want to soar through the air,

Not caring 'bout a thing.

Sit in the shadows.

With misery to bring.

I want to live like a wolf,

To hunt the wrong-doers.

To make them pay,

Make them rot in the sewers.

I want all the right people,

For all the right things.

I don't want the murderers,

Who never laugh or sing.

But alas that's not possible,

Unless I myself die.

Because I am one of them,

And one of them am I.

I'll never fly with the birds,

Never care about a thing.

For I am myself,

And misery I bring.

Those are my wishes,

A few I regret.

Some of them strange,

And most I wont get.

The days passed me by,

But I never forgot.

What I did to deserve,

The pain, oh so hot.

I want and I need,

Some of those wishes.

I'll never succeed,

'Cause I belong in the ditches.