It’s always the same, even when it changes. I guess it means it’s me. And I wonder.
If I wish for things to be different, does that mean I regret the things I’ve done?
At the end of the day, I don’t think I ask for much.
The sea (or a river or a lake, but I’d rather the sea), green and blue and rainbow of nature, a house or even an apartment (because I’m realistic and ain’t nobody getting a house in this economy) and someone to run with (metaphorically).