Needing a Name...

This is a poem that I wrote a while ago. It is nameless as yet. so please, if you can think of a relevant title, it would be great, thankyou and enjoy!

Words plaster the ceiling like fairy floss on a childs fingers,

Fate swirls around the room like seaweed in a current,

Hope hovers in front of the window like a wasp on a humid day,

And destiny swallows them all like a starving animal presented with love.

Imagination runs wilder than a brumby,

Dreams fly higher than the clouds,

Failures sink lower than the sea bed,

And nothing forces them to do this.

Shoot for the moon,

For even if you miss...

You shall land amoung the stars.