How I wish there
were 48 hours a day.
How I wish I
read each word.
How I wish I pay
more heed even to the weed.
How I wish there
was more silence.
How I wish there
are more hours I do not speak.
How I wish there
was more serenity around.
How I wish there
was a better me for the world to bear with,
For there is not
a better world I can bear.
What is the
point in having a chance when there is no choice?
