Sometimes I wish I was first,
rather than waiting in a queue.
Spending life in second gear,
wheels turning but moving nowhere.
Sometimes I wish I felt attractive,
wiping away social norms with a coarse cloth.
Feeling wanted and desired,
the first move not mine but anothers'.
Sometimes I wish you would believe me,
forgetting the lies of others and listening.
Words of truth are seldom spoken,
a world coated in lies. . . save my words.
Sometimes I wish these things,
though I know they will rarely happen.
Though I wish, I'll work to make them true,
hanging hope upon the hook of Sometimes.
