Wishes, what are they made of
Dreams, hopes, loves, everything we want to be
Everything we are meant to be?
Should something come of these expectations
Who will take the blame
We wish for things not meant for us
Loath when others have what we wish
But the magical mysteries of wants
Escape when we see past an illusion of desire.
The consequences of our shameless envy may stem from the irrationality of the heart
Branches, stem and leaves form the growth of a disastrous fire
Consuming from within the mirage

Seeing beyond, we move towards the reality of future