Field of My Wishes

It is the field of my wishes
It is the land of my dreams
I may pick the petals away
Or blow away the dandelion sprigs
I may break the wishbone at my feet
Or just sit still amidst the broken twigs

I could feel the turbulent wind bursting
Through the seams of my hands
Erasing the blurred boundaries
between mountains and lands

There runs a yellow river shallow
Slowly winding its way due north
I could float amidst the minnows
Never waiting for the sandy shore

If only I could remember
When my eyes face a brazen day
The beauty in chasing yourself
And never once shying away

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