Somewhere in Rome
there is a fountain
a fountain full of wishful wishes.
I sit here weeks later somewhere
along the North Coast 500 trail
wondering about a wish
I previously made
one night at the Trevi Fountain.
At the time,
I couldn’t help but think to myself:
am I really conforming to the idea that if I throw my money into a fountain, a wish will come true?
I shrugged my shoulders
and and threw my wish formed in the shape of a coin.
I watched it sink to the bottom.
I stared at it some
and closed my eyes. .
Now, I’m sitting here staring at the water flowing down the water fall in front of me contemplating on who I want to be.
A wish is a wish
but with enough faith
that the universe will provide
all the tools needed,
a wish can then be fuel.
Fuel that pumps motivation
and once I’m motivated,
there’s no stopping me.
So maybe my wish wasn’t irrelevant
or maybe it was.
when in Rome,
do as the Romans do. .
Oh and about that wish
It was for success, happiness, love and luck. .