wishing for more wishes
at 1:62pm on a terrible Saturday,
I am reminded that life is short,
but days are, indeed, long,
yet will hopefully get better,
because, ultimately, we have no other choice,
but to go for our dreams,
or hit ourselves in the face with a hatchet,
so I choose the former, not the latter,
and proceed to capture everything
in the power of my being
to keep believing in love and life.