A Wishing Dream

If wishes were horses

I would so ride, ride my wishes of solitude

Blocking out the world and weeping away my burden of depression

Laughing out my insufficient joy

Then take my revenge with shiny hoofs

Panicking wishes neighing with aggression, and taking my rights with violence

Trampling on oppositions in ways never foretold

Whipping wishful purple manes up, speaking of my origin of royalty, right from the heavens

I would turn its white vessel away from the watching crowd

Swishing its arrogant tail at their confusion and awe, wonder, respect and envy

Leaving but the remains of exited obstacles and the envy of enemies

Then slowly trod away on its back, caressing my teeth with a smile of confidence, power, victory and content

Approaching my own home, a glorious world of my own, where i would never stop riding