Wishes and dreams, the list is too long
For every wish that we have, another is born.
The first wish is now ready to be torn.
for the second is greater, a bigger desire
and each wish we wish for continues to expire.
So we dream, continue to wish,
for it takes us to places our mind hasn't been
therefore, we continue to dream
If we wished and wishes came true
we'd run out of wishes and things to do
Wishing upon a star.
A penny in the well.
these are the pleasures we tell.
So what would happen when wishes are real?
What then would we ponder,
What would we feel?
Do we want these wishes to end?
Would life have such interest with roads that don't bend?
So lets place that wish back on that star,
Where lovers can dream,
and poets can write.
And wishes are that what wishes should be
A dream and a wish for you and me