I Wish

I wish to be like them,

Do they wish to be like me?

Surely not, 

For how could that be?

The ones in the fairytales,

The lands of children's dreams.

With perfect lives,

And no burdens to bare.

They presumptuously stride,

But never do they stumble.

There are no roadblocks ahead,

On which they may tumble.

They are the ones who uplift their hands and reach for the stars,

And within them they grasp at least a hundred constellations.

They are the ones who never walk in the darkness,

For the sun embraces and kisses them endlessly.

Oh, I wish to be like them, 

Do they wish to be like me? 

Surely not,

For how could that be?

I trudge against the ground,

Feeling all it's friction.

Striding only,

In strife and confliction.

I am the one who reaches to the sky with hands open wide,

And retrieve only fragments and bits of old stardust.

I am the one on which darkness falls;

For the moon ensnares me within its clingy and abusive fingers.

I wish to be like them,

Do they wish to be like me?

Surely not,

For how could that be...?