Silent swing on the tree,
half-broken,
creeking as the wind blows
Doesn't really look like much.

They're talking of tearing it down.
If only they saw...

Yes, it is abandoned,
and has no significance
neither to me nor to the world,
but that is its significance

A singular, physical unit abandonment
in its prime manifestive form.
Unhidden, unmasked,
painfully present for everyone to see.

How many more of them exist?
Nowadays, they just tear them down
or put a pretty facade on
It's hidden,
but it's still present,
just covered up.

I guess we're just modernizing the world,
personifying it,
to be more human.

One too many.
Maybe it was one too many.
At least that's what the unicorn said
but then again,
what does he know
of the hardships of life
and the means necessary to avoid them.
It is easy to preach when
your only worry in the world is being magical.

When I was a kid,
I wished to be one
and look how far I got;
I sometimes talk to one.
So it's not one too many.
Not now.
Now, it's one too little

I wish I could have all that I wish for to come true.
I wish I knew what I wish for.
I wish the word wish didn't sound so weird when repeated multiple times.
I wish I wasn't digressing.
I wish I knew more of what I actually wanted to write down.
Or do I?
Should I?
Let's change all of the above.
I wish not to wish anything, because I already have all.
That is my only wish;
not to wish.