I... I wish...

I...
I wish...
I stare at the dandelion I picked up.
A wish, in fluff form.
My other hand shelters it from the wind.
I...
I wish...
What should I wish for?
There are so many things.
So many selfless, or selfish wishes.
I...
I wish...
Do I wish nobody hated each other the way they do now?
Or do I wish people would understand how beautiful, how lucky they are?
Do I wish there was no death, no family of the lost crying themselves to sleep?
I...
I wish...
I can't wish for those.
If I changed people's thoughts, they wouldn't be themselves.
If nobody died, we would no longer be human.
I...
I wish...
Do I wish that the stress and the pain would go away?
Or do I wish all children would know what safety is?
Do I wish for something simply for myself, so if it goes wrong, I'm the only one in pain?
I...
I wish.
No, I can't interfere with others, when it could go so wrong.
But I can't be so selfish as to waste a wish on myself.
But if I misuse it, can I be blamed?
I think of a wish.
A beautiful wish, where nothing can go wrong.
I think the words in my head, making sure it can only be good for everyone.
I...
I wish...
I lower my hand, keeping the words in my mind.
I am about to blow the seeds, making the wish go everywhere, just like the seeds.
When the wind blows away my one and only chance.
I...
I wish...
I wish the wind hadn't stolen my chance.
I wish I had decided,
I wish for a next time...