Wishful Wishes
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Wishy washy malarkey
Balanced and neutral, as I once was
Floating through, as pushed by wind
In a quest most akin to Santa Claus
Looking for what could quiet all that's tinned
Oh the surprise, when back from the rising sun
Such an encounter is randomly made
All for the bottled within out to come
Sitting in sight, as a hidden shade
Mixing now and past, in a flurry slurry
Throwing sad where happy should be
And happy fleeing in a hurry
Seldomly peeping, like shy morning rays
Despite feeling a future, doubts creep
Radiohead toned down, you know?
Wanting to skip and take a leap
And ignore whatever useless woes
Anyway, wishes are wishful
Washes do clean
Fishes are full