wish upon that star

i saw a shooting star
shortly after i went through time
watched it fade away into space
and wondered where it will go
make a wish, the thought goes through my head
of what? of you? of me? of us?
is it meant to be... or am i just wishing too many drunken star wishes...
how to know, and what to grasp hold of; do we hold onto hope, peace, or love?
do we draw out passion, emotions, or feelings?

i miss you. i do.
love flitters around, like that annoying fairy playing with your mind
is it real? or a version we tend to pretend with?
body language plays the key.

questions, questions; 1, 2, 3
who is going to think of me?

ramble, ramble, cough cough
the clock, still goes, tick-tock


i look up, and think of that shooting star long gone
maybe there's something else to wish upon
as i wait, thinking up my wish, another goes by, reminding me of the unfinished task,
that never ends.