A field of dandelions

Walking through a field of dandelions

Clinging to my wish,

Clutched in one hand,

Wondering what on earth

I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.

Should I ask

For my audition to go well?

Or something personal like

I hope my friends don't hate me by the end of this year?

Or should I ask

For good grades

Or maybe

For next year to

Not suck?

All the questions

Echo around my brain

As I stand among the flowers

In this field of dandelions,

Clinging to my wish.