One day I’ll wake up and wish my life was different.
Another day I’ll wake up content and happy with my lot.
Someday I’ll be old and wrinkly and grey. Hopefully I’ll have children, and grandchildren and a legacy of my own.
In the future I wish things to be better.
I wish the past could be easily erased.
The mistakes that I’ve made and the people I’ve hurt I wish things could be fixed and repaired.
One day I’ll be older.
One day things will change.
That day is not today, but it could be tomorrow.
If I can be bothered.