Oh how I wish I would wake in the morning to see,
To see what glorious things happen to be waiting for me.
What ripe adventure could begin anew,
Spring forth with joy in all I say and do.
I'd show the world who's boss by the end of the day,
Just to go to sleep and start all over again.
But those days they seem no more than a dream.
Now life passes me by,
Or so it may seem.
If the world were my oyster I'd leave it unshucked,
And thank god it's not; if it were we'd be f***ed.
But speaking in riddles never solved a thing.
So here I am.
Just a bored lonely kid.
With his hopes.
And his dreams.
Parker Griffith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-how-i-wish-4/
