Everything you wish was true is true

But my wishes are lonely
i'm always letting go of the raft
and hoping it makes it to shore
my body bloated and sun bleached
follows
because my dreams don't have me making it
my dreams are for survivor's
for civilians
for the hopefull, selfish and stupid.
i wish on that star
falling fast and far
but the dark matter
takes the sunshine
and follows like a moth
my dreaming
a clean white cotton dress
life making dark
well lived
in others hopes
in hand me downs
in pushing to pull up
in the out