Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want

Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want



Wishes scare me
I am never ready
it they come true

they can be like an onion
how many tears
blinding my eyes
when removing
all its layers
until I find what I wanted

They can be like a joke
that I don't understand
'cause
it has been written
in another language

Wishes are alive
they change reality
to do it their way

Wishes are alive
they changing reality
to do it their way
so far of mine

They can also be
a broken pocket
through with I fall

on strange stairs
leading up or down
to the same door

A window
on the other side of a mirror
where left is right
and right is left