Wishes And Stuff Like It Poem by Davy Lungu

all the wishes that have drowned in the wishing wells, or went astray on shooting stars, you carry with you my childhood tales, of love hope n scars, from your many moons n suns, I have been painted through different lights, from predictable to the one that stuns, I could be a jerk but couldn't fly a kite, I could fall in love and lose my bearings, hope to land on happy shores, and not seas where turbulence sings, I learnt that for a bottomless pit it has so many windows n doors, and with a knock on the right one happiness beckons, but joy and dead wishes are its bread n bacon