Skies

if
we could all grow wings
would we
be different
would we be friendlier
and nicer
and richer
and fuller
would we stop being interested
in wars
or bet on money while playing poker
would we be such as children
hopeless but happy
with our faces shining
with naiive happiness
or will we be angrier and meaner
fiercer and hungrier
maybe having something that we're not supposed to have
would make us worser than
we already are?
would flying through the skies
give us a bad person
or a good one
would children be like adults
only caring about money and clothes
or would it be the other way around?
is wishing for something bad
i wonder
what could be the purpose
of our brains
if we cannot make difference between evil and good
between love and body attraction
maybe we should just all give up
or...
or...
MayBe
we should live just as we are
and take enjoyment from looking up at the sky
instead of hoping we could fly through it
on our own wings
birds are made for that
not we
i wonder
why
==Author's Note:==
My entry for King's July contest. I know it's a poem, but it's what I came up with. Also, this is the first time I try writing poems with this kind of free style. Hope it's fine.
Thanks!
-DraculaFan