Wishful thinking gets you somewhere

But where is that somewhere

Shooting stars fly while I sit here

Sit here not in hope but in fear

Fear of making mistakes and losing

Of worrying about others and not me

Sounds selfish yet I feel not clean

Clean of depressed thoughts

I’ve tried and I’ve fought

But it’s like a kid when he gets caught

I shouldn’t fight it I should take the loss

A beam light in the distance flickering

Hope dwindled in wishes left empty

A tornado is forming above my mental state

It’s twirling with wishes I’ll never make

It landed on solid ground it wasn’t great

It’s moving yet soothing to the eye and ear

But it sounds like screams of fear

Has an unknown destination that’s clear

You’ll find me at the top of the storm

Laying down sleeping on a bed of thorns

In this depressed state I hope this storm doesn’t make me late

To the mysterious location It has me staked

I feel like it’s a curse but nothing else could get this worse

Hopefully the guidance doesn’t put me in a hearse