If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm

When a shooting star flys, then I begin to brainstorm

To search for a wish, to search for a want

I like to ask for things, I love to have thousands of wishes.

Though none ever come true, it’s alright

Wishes would fly, a tornado made of many glowing bright

Wishes would fall, wishes would snow

My wishes would make up a storm, made of frost and sun

Sometimes I wish for warmth, sometimes my wishes feel cold

I know my wishes make a storm, am I the only one?

Maybe the stars are tired, maybe they don’t want to be a storm

I’m sorry, I can’t let you rest

I have more I want, more I need to wish

Maybe my wants are too much