I want to truly have
What I feel I understand
But my mind is tied down.
I'm a bit more than most but nothing special.
I see it and that makes it so much harder
That I almost wish I could not.
To be like those who do not care
Who don't see past the next day
Who ask for more than their share
And repeat what others had to say
Would it be better?
Would my dissatisfaction away?
But even that is a lie
The truth is I don't mind
Most of the time
I don't mind