Wishes in Vain
How cruel it is,
The mind's ability
To wish for that which is impossible
To wish for something it knows can never come true
Why, when we know this,
do we continue wishing for such things?
Peaceful things, like a united humanity
A world without dangers
These things, although,
Could be debated by many as possible
But I know, in my mind,
they will never come true
Could it be,
That there may be
A glint of hope?
A light, at the end of a long, dark, tunnel?
Maybe not,
And these things we will likely never know
But still, this does not matter,
We wish on
Some info on what inspired me to write this:
Ponies inspired this writing. Sometimes I really do get the feeling, that I do want to live in Equestria, the feeling is so... I almost want to say painful, but it's very subtle. And I was searching for an answer to explain it, which was obviously to no avail. I also wanted it to be relate-able to other things as well, which is very evident.
Edited for title. Something I am not good at coming up with. Also background info.