roll dice, what should i wish

Roll dice, close eyes
Picture this, smooth mind
Thoughts of you soon to come
Heart pounds all at once
Time ticks on and on
That picture I have inside
Hope you will call
Nothing else I would not speak
Feelings are like a knife sharp as a pin
My life is just a one an only.

From silent to a storm
To the proper unit
And the unrhyming bored
I write this poem
To have a picture inside
Of the thousand words I say
Makes the day be seen
And the thousand words I want good
Is to surround the idea
Of to make this work.

Making the whole poem mean something
Like crash and burn
And the clock ticks
The mind comes with a whistle
Different and bewildered
And the dice and eyes
The greenish greens
And the only one I miss
Is to state what has to be said
But what should I wish?