Fantasies

Remember the rockets we shot with rubber bands
Hurling in air, hurting the hands;
If they return from empty spaces
And hurl back at us, on our faces,
Tell me do you know new hiding places?

Aspirations played wings when dreams came cheap
We raised cactus at the boundary of the heap;
If wings come apart in the mid flight,
Tell me through cactus if we can creep?

There is another fantasy to write,
If stars tried to look different each night,
Tell me will you feel the fright?