I so wished that i knew what the next day would be like
I so wished that i knew what secrets the other side of the wall hid
But I often forget that these are the things which actually make up a part if me.
Which make me a human
Which make me miserable enough to witness the greatest of happiness in life
For surely the dreams I have
They make me reach my potential
But not the height
I would so argue that
Thinking about the fruit is worth it
even if i never get it
And so is life
if only you were to think of it.