Don’t wish upon a falling star.
It comes back to the ground.
Your wish will go unrealized,
and never will be found.
Rise high upon your tippy-toes
and stick it in the sky,
where like the stars, it ever shines its light into your eye.
Yes, wish upon a rising wish
just as a kite flies high,
within skilled hands, sharp minds,
strong hearts.
And wish it til you die.
Beyond Panic 