You wish to see,
the day in front of you.
You wish to know,
the step you took.
Is it right or not?

You wish to be,
Unique and selling,
You wish to have,
what they already had.
Is it foul to desire for things?

You wish to fly,
the wings you build with dreams.
You wish to run,
the speed that blessed by luck.
Is it tired to stay the same as before?

But... there always be 'but'.