11:11 make a wish,
we wish upon a simple number
A number that does not actually exist
but still we hope and wonder

Catch that loose eyelash to blow it away,
making a small plea in its blunder
A detached follicle, aimless and dead
but still we hope and wonder

Flame on a birthday candle joyous and then put out,
creating year-long wishes under
a small breath only you hear and no other
but still we hope and wonder

Shooting star caught once in a lifetime
sparkling in your awe with no sign of thunder
only a hyper ball full of gas
but still we hope and wonder

Why we make wishes to no avail is a question hard to answer
all we need is something false to latch onto so we can hope and wonder