Wishes are too beautiful when the clock is right.
Wishes can get weird when it’s needed to stand in a fight.
The beautiful ones are those when we wish the world to be a floral bed, and we like to reach the stars.
The weird ones are those when we get tired of materialism and we wish to hide our scars.
We dream about so many things that come in our way to stop, some push us up a little high to the sky.
Then we wish an angel to ask us “what’s the wish of your heart” so that we can fly.
I would then wish to be sent to the destiny where the reality matters more and the infinity is in grasp.
My wish would to be to walk a long way, up and down the hills where the eternity never stops.