Wouldn’t it be nice to know what of my wonders stick

I read people well

I pretend not to notice my own intuition and act like I have no concerns

And then I’m proven right

Time and again

I wouldn’t mind putting some of these wonders to rest

I wish I could meet you without being a stalker

Just happen to bump into eachother

Wouldn’t it be lovely to love you face to face

No one knows me

No one tries to know me

It would be nice to know someone who knows me

They insist you get what you need while millions starve

While millions kill themselves

I wish I could do something other than just look at it all in disgust

Forever the watcher and never the one to experience

This world frustrates me

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