I wish that there weren’t always
toys upon my floor
or washing evermore
or someone at the door

I wish that when I turned my
head I didn’t smell
the faintest little tell
of spew on my lapel

I wish that every time I
Sat myself to eat
I had myself a seat
Without the extra feet.

I sometimes wish to flee
Just close my eyes and be
Too far away to see
where there is only me

Then while my daydreams plan
I see her smiling and
I only wish that I could be
exactly where I am.