Wishful Thinking

If dreams were made of bricks and stone

And came alive so we could clone

Our lives and how they might have been

Had things been right and stayed serene

            We would be happy, proud and bold

            And lives of sorrow no more would hold

            There would be food and wealth and more

            And love from those we most adore

The sound of laughter would never fade

In halls and homes of love we made

With peace and love to form its base
The world would be a better place

If we could pick and choose at will

Our past and all that lay within

Of all the choices made in life

We picked the ones that suit our likes

There would be no place for regret

Of all we want and so covet

Those words uttered in outer rage

To ones we loved beyond our age

If dreams were made of bricks and stones,

And came alive into their own

A dream just like the one you read

If only life was so perfect

But all we have are broken ends

To things we never comprehend

When life takes us through its twisted maze

The answers lay with our future days

When we are old, and wise and bent

With weight of things we never dreamt

With lives we lived and choices made

We will know paths we should have tread

But wait its not so bad this way

Wishful life is no fun or play

If life was all our dreams in flesh

There would be nothing new or fresh

Our dreams are all we know and wish

Life might still serve a better dish

So take it as it comes along

All we should do, is play it strong 

-Dhruv