Ring Longer Than Index

Lately, I don't know what to wish for.
There is this lash, an eyelash, which, a moment ago, was at the tip of my finger.
(A world, "the" world was in my hands! At the tip of my fingers!)
(I can change the world! I can be the change!)
can - could  - will  - would  - shall - should

So, it rested, the eyelash, innocently enough, there, on my fingerprint.

If analyzed closely via some sort of zoom lens - it would have been evident that the fingertip was a round pad, the nail at the tip of the finger was a bit long, but not dirty, not cracked, not too long - solid and extending beyond this wistful (wishful) thing, this lash, which was most capable of being blown somewhere, onto something else, remnant DNA that "he" was here.

Then the view when panned out, would show a hand, not too large, not dirty, at least from soil, but cracked a bit into folds, some sort of lifeline, nimble fingers- ring longer than index, overall the hand not really chafed or callused, but appearing kinda dry and the lash quite puny - if evident at all.

Anyway, in the moment, as the lash sat on my fingertip, a wish did not come forth.
And I began to think too much.

"What if I was a coffee bean picker?"
"What if I worked in a coal mine?"
"What if I lived off the land somewhere in Zimbabwe?"

So, I set the lash down, on a white scrap of paper and pondered...
to myself, and now to you -
what to wish for?

but don't wish your life away...

I can change the world!
I can change the world!
I can change the world!
I can change the world!