I wish I liked green bananas and black coffee
I wish I was okay with a world in which you could live without me.
I wish I liked nights so cloudy I cannot see the stars.
I wish, oh I wish, I loved things the way they are.
I'm waiting, always waiting, for my days to grow ripe.
Or for sugar to sweeten my life, pull me towards the lighter type.
I dream of you on the stage, carrying on the show.
I wish I dreamed of simpler things, like waking up to February snow.
I wish I dreamed of lazy days, a stretch, or a yawn.
Such ordinary, perfect things, to which I can count on.
I wish all these things could be good enough for me.
Maybe the simple gratitudes are what make us truly free.