If wishes were horses…
Lest the worthless would gallop mad
To destinations without center or sphere,
To heights suicidal.
Wishes, thank God, are never granted easy
Else mankind would forsake striving
To realize dreams rosy.
A wish one would guess
Must of need, be true and selfless.
If one rides it with conviction-
That springs from pure consciousness
And sustains on perseverance,
Realizes itself with effortless ease.