For a moment, I’ll hold it.
Freeze the memory in mind
Of needs not negated by time.

Wishes, like shooting stars,
Burn bright then fall to the wayside,
Over the horizon, outta sight,
Leaving eyes seared by soaring light.
An afterimage of the void,
And a collection of regrets
That you can’t avoid.
Failures, like airplanes, taking you back
To places you never belonged.

Even if my wish came true,
I would still think it all pretend.
‘Cause all planes eventually descend,
Sliding back to earth,
Grounded by logic and reality.
Where wishes are worth less,
Than watching shooting stars.

For a moment, I’ll hold it.
Freeze the memory in mind
Of needs not negated by time.

Then I’ll let them fade.
Gone in the blink,
Careful not to think,
Of ‘why’s and ‘how’s and ‘who’s…
Whose ears open to hear
The countless cries of
Unfulfilled wishes and
Ignored needs?
Who could care to heed
The agony of billions
Cast upward upon an
Unsuspecting sky?
None and no one
and nothing.

For a moment, I’ll hold it.
A remnant of past belief, and
Call a wish by its true name:
Prayer.
Pretend for an instance,
That there’s anything out there,
That cares.

-Jessie

A/N: So I wrote this after hearing the song by the same name for the first time. In case anyone was curious about the synchronicity. It also gives a bit of a time frame for the missives…