11:11

I keep saying I don't when I really do.

I keep saying stop, when I want to move.

I keep saying go slow, but I'm gaining speed.

We don't say what we want, but we do what we need.

I have never made so many wishes in a day

On dandelions and eyelashes that I blow away

They leave my fingers for the currents of the wind

While I wait for 11:11 so I can wish it all again.

I have never seen so many shapes in the clouds

Laying in the grass, we don't say it out loud

On the tips of our tongues and our fingers too

It's 11:11 and I'm wishing for you.

I keep saying I don't when I really do.

I keep saying stop when I mean move.

I keep finding words with nothing to say.

And I've never made so many wishes in a day.