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Once upon a wish


Once upon a wish a dream came true It was one from near the top of my list A dream that I clearly hadn't thought through There's more I'd like to have than I wished. It's nothing to do with money And it's nothing to do with fancy goods I don't crave a fancy £10,000 car And I don't want shoes, shirts or hoods. I just want to be me if I'm honest There's nothing wrong with the shoes on my feet The jeans that I wear are functional Don't need fancy clothes to feel complete. My wish is for fresh morning air My wish is for clear blue skies I wish every day that when I wake up Nature will tantalize my eyes. I want to feel a breeze of sunshine I want to stand out in the rain I really don't mind if its snow or hail I just want to be me again. Me, not a slave to society Me, not a slave to my work I want to be me and free from anxiety No where for life's stresses to lurk. All I want is my Butterfly All I want is to be seen I only want the best out of life Sick to death of a life so obscene. What more can life offer freely? What more does one really need? I'm sick to death of Edinburgh life It's fuelled with anger and greed. Whisk me out to the country Whisk me out to the sea One day I will reach the top of my list That's the day I will finally feel free...
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