If wishes feel like rain,
Then certainly I am a storm.
But the thoughts of my own brain,
Will flip just like a coin.
Uncertain I am of my next wish,
Of which I can't even cherish.
I am afraid of what I wish for,
Cause that won't happen and I am sure.
Certainly I am a storm,
drowning myself in the wishes
that they just turn into the ashes!...