Poem 7

I wish I grow wings
Fly above the world's trouble
Look down on apoun the chaos
And the destruction
Tho I would love
To go to a place
That has whatever my heart desires
I only would want one thing
To be with my friends
I'll gladly trade a spot
Inside the golden arch
Or in a garden full of life
To be with my friends
And you may think I'm stuip
And dumb
For turning down Everything
I could of wanted
But I would just look
And say "my friends matter more"
And fly back down
And sacrifice my wings
For my friends.