Wishful Thinking

Will I grow pretty- delightful in all that i am?

No, my dear, that is but wishful thinking. 

Will a man give his heart to me,

Pledge his loyality for to all we shall be?

No, my dear, that is but wishful thinking.

Will the knowledge in my head be sweet yet cunning,

For all of mankind to see that I'm stunning?"

No, my dear, that is but wishful thinking.

Will I ever be held in the arms of God,

Rocked in his bosom-protected from the 

Demons that surround me, then? 

No, my dear, that is but wishful thinking.

Why is all I ask perceived only 

As wishes in the wind- is wishful thinking 

So harmful of speaking?

No, my dear, your wishes are but simple request,

It is we who see wishes as complex in context.