When you wake up in the morning
I wish for your feet to be sticking out of the blanket
When you go to your kitchen
I wish for you to be out of cream and sugar, so you have to drink black coffee
When you have already poured your cereal
I wish for you to be out of milk
When you go to your car to leave for work
I wish for you to have a flat tire
When you are sitting in your cubical at your nine to five office job
I wish for you to lean too far back in your office chair and fall backwards
And when you walk home, after a day of falling down, flat tires, no cereal, black coffee and cold feet
I wish for you to never know the feeling of having my soul to come to