There isn't much left to wish for.
So, when you see that falling star, what is it that you do?
Do you see the realities you are forced upon everyday?
Do you grow up once again,
As quickly as you had to that one time before?
Or do you stop and make a wish anyway?
Keeping alive that child in you, the optimist, the hopeful in you?
Or do you resolve, quite determinedly this time,
That there isn't much left to wish for.
Coz life after all hasn't been that bad to you.