097 - Wishing dust

Filled with joy, I am I am

But is it a mere illusion?

To help the world be a better place.

More colorful unlike the winter rays.

To save the world, make people laugh

To hear the sound of wishing dust

Where every second one wish is made

And every next, one will fade

No detailed sound just tinkling in the wind

But my heart will tell me what's happening

When one wish fades, and one is made

I'd know because the tinkling said.

But wishing dust won't hear me sing

Won't hear my lyrics, not anything.

So why I asked in utter disgust

It answered , because you are part of the wishing dust.

Evelyn