Shooting Star

Tonight I made a wish on a shooting star.
Not unlike wishes I have made before.
Fingers crossed...
A penny in the well...
Dandelion seeds in the wind...
Candles on my birthday cake...
I make this wish again and again.

Perhaps its time the wishes stopped.
I can't put my faith in stars
or fingers, coins, seeds, or flame.
What can they provide
Other than foolish belief
In those things out of my reach.
Wishes become excuses for inaction.

I choose what is important,
I must accept if it does not choose me.
You either fight
Or simply let it go.
If the wish is the true desire of your heart
Cosmic intervention won't be needed.
You determine your fate.