beware when you make a wish upon 11:11,
for the time might seem right,
and it could come true.
but make sure to build the prompt the right way—
use whatever nature's against.
i wished upon it once;
since then, it has stayed stuck.
what i needed didn’t specify to what extent,
now it clings—halfway here, halfway broken.
the ultimate wish turned something akin to a curse;
now i don’t know what to believe, or what to wish upon.
so the next time it turns 11:11,
excuse me if i turn my head and play pretend.
wishing was once a task done without thinking;
now it has become dire,
i don’t know what wish i should come up with.
this is just a warning:
careful what you wish for.
to what extent, specify the details like you’re sure it’ll all end,
for sometimes, unknowingly so,
things get done—halfway or more,
and what remains can never be fixed.
so either you sculpt, move over, and plaster that wall,
or continue and stare at the prettiest rupture that you’ve built up tall.
not worthy of being edited.