My Wish, My Reality
I wish I was born in a cool neighborhood
with good friends and a great house.
with a game station next to my place
and a father to send me to buy bread
saturday, spent with the folks
sunday, lunch with the family
I wish I had lived in a lively place
with the garden's flowers of Ms. neighbor,
skates and good people to talk in the street
noises of electric guitars and we writing songs
but what did I have?
a silent street,
unknown neighboors.
fear and grids,
just the noise of the computer
the colors of a screen
the voices of within
and
me.
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