If wishes were horses.
I'd take a ride on the forces.
To fill up the desires of my innermost.
That gaping space my heart hosts.
Till it runs over and overflows.
And fulfilment this being will know.

With no knowledge of its bitter sweet paste.
In a haste I am not, to taste.
The tree that fills my heart with glee.
In this forest just one I see.
With...