One day
I had this idea.
I wanted to be a better person.
Help others in need.
Try to be humble.
Hold out my hand to people ****** by fate.
Change the way I live.
Change the way I think.
About life.
About jobs.
About money.
About homosexuals.
About supermarkets.
About space rockets.
About apples.

One day
I woke up.
And I thought about life.
My life.
And what I would have to do to improve it.
To change it.
I thought long.
I thought hard.

One day
Maybe one day.
I will find the strength to
pull this off,
pull myself together,
turn my life around,
be a better person,
help others in need,
try to be humble,
hold out my hand to people ****** by fate.

Maybe one day.
But not now.