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.