Floundering

Sometimes
I wish
I will stop using words like, " wish"

Pining hopelessly for something
Waiting for the impossible
Desiring for something so far I doubt its existence
Craving for something that may never ever be mine.

The rest of the times
I'm glad I still dream
What would become of us without dreams?
Zombies, I would say.

Empty, unfeeling, desensitzed walking flesh and blood
which have no fear of failing
and no sense of satisfaction from our achievements

For those who dream,
we may flounder around in seas of uncertainty,
like isolated pieces of seaweeds,
trying to keep afloat and avoid the voracious appetites of fish,
whilst trying to wait for miracles to happen.

We may appear "silly" and "impractical" to many.
But if given the chance to live my life again,
I would still choose to flounder.
Wouldn't you?