if wishes fell like rain,

then certainly i am a storm.

for all i ever wanted to be,

i simply never was.

i could drown myself,

choking on pathetic potential.

even if i swam in “what could have been”,

i’d beach myself on safer sands.

my head could become stormy clouds,

and dreams turn into a downpour,

but my eyes will always open and see

empty deserts waiting for me.