If
If wishes were horses,
then beggars would ride,
or so the saying goes.
If what I wished mattered,
then life would be perfect,
or so I would suppose.
But wishes aren't real,
and beggars don't ride,
they beg, and borrow, and steal.
And my wishes mean nothing,
to the one who means everything,
so screw the way I feel.
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