Seven wishes

Beyond the doors of my heart
I feel them once again
I feel the pain

Of seven wishes

One is for a child and a wife
One just for an enjoyable life
One for the greatest song and rhyme
One for ever more and more time
One for those who passed to live again
One for a life without suffering and pain
One for my efforts to not be in vain

The fifth and the sixth
Are the greatest of them

When will this feeling go away
Of never enough, never enough
More more more!
It is such a chore

To chase the stars

To be here, to be free
To bask in the beauty
Of wind and of rain
Of sun and sand grain

Why human soul is that never enough
The grasshopers play til their time is up
Without any things chimes the song of the dove
And his song speaks of joy in every last drop

Of his blood and his being
Wise song
Wise thing
I bet you do not fret
Over cleanliness of dishes
Over work satisfaction

Over seven wishes

You fly and you do what you need to to live
I envy your spirit, I envy your song
Might it be I'd be happier if I'd be born?
A dove?
I don't know
and for "might be"s there is no answer to give

Beyond the doors of my heart
I feel them once again
I feel the pain

Of seven wishes

But then I smile
And berate myself
About the joy of caring about the cleanliness of dishes
Of all the complexities of human life
I cherish most the tangle

Of seven wishes