Wishes, the ferryman

Sometimes I sit a lost,
In order to ponder and wonder,
I make views of my urges,
That we call wishes and thinking.
 
Wishes are ferryman,
They drive us along our choicest route,
Taking beggars to kings positions,
And taking Kings to beggars positions.

But one thing is sure,
Your wishes takes you
To your choicest place,
To the place you wish at the moment.

Though wishes has helped some,
It is considered necessarily
As the quality of a feeble
And an contented mind.

But my wishes is my wish,
And I will wish my choicest
Wishable wishes to my
Wishing self in my wishes.