If Wishes Were Horses
I wish they’d told me that it would hurt
That I would eat my fair share of dirt
To watch the horizon and stay alert
For the looming demons with which I flirt
I wish they’d told me that it would hurt.
I wish they’d told me I’d be alone
That in solitude I was destined to roam
To find my own way miles from home
Or wither and fall to dust and bones
I wish they’d told me I’d be alone.
I wish they’d told me I was naïve
Thinking companions would never leave
That of compassion I’d be thieved
And left to choke til’ I can’t breathe
I wish they’d told me I was naïve.
I wish they’d told me not to be surprised
When people turned traitor, hurt and lied
That selflessness and love had died
And given way to greed, sloth, and pride
But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.