I want this. And I want that.
Life looks like it’s prospering
on the opposite side.
My view of my grass looks boring.
I wish. And I wish upon a star
that everything was shifting
into place in my favor.
My ideal life, I see people experiencing
the glow in their appearances says a lot.
At least from my side, it looks authentic.
I want what they have accomplished. Why not?
They’ve got it all figured out; they’ve got
the glitter and the gold to show for it.
Then one day I wake up
and observe the smoking lawn on the other side.
Life was not how it appeared.
The stories those people told, the lives they took
And the crocodile tears they cried after getting arrested,
Always glancing over their shoulders,
that’s no way to live.
I don’t want any roles in that lifestyle.
I appreciate my humble life. I’m good
with what I have now. I’ll look,
but I won’t covet anybody else’s dirty laundry.