Book of Wishes

A book sat on a shelf
Blank pages full of
Promises
Hopes and dreams.
The book
Full of life.
Life is just that;
A book
Ready to be written.
The pages are blank
Days waiting to be lived
Choices to be made.
Years will pass,
And pages will fill
With knowledge
Like a diary.
But things like that,
Knowledge and experience,
Mean nothing without each other.
Without knowledge,
Experience does not exist,
And without experience,
Knowledge has no purpose
But to take up space.
Funny thing,
Emptiness.
It can be filled well,
With happiness.
It too, can be pointless,
Desolate,
Hopeless.
And the only way to destroy the hopeless
To cure it ,
Is making wishes.
To wish,
To hope,
To pray,
Life has no means to work
Without wishes.
What I’m saying is this:
Life is never perfect,
Never constant.
So when the winds of change blow,
Don’t let the world
Keep you latched there.
Let it blow,
Carry you where it will.
Don’t let your life
Be an empty book of wishes.