If only I had that thing yellow and pink
Of synthetic fiber and poorly glued eyes
If only I had better control of that metal claw
And could be awarded some stuffed moon with a smile
For that would make my hard life mellow
Right now

If only I’d not the need
To throw quarter rolls
In pursuit of if onlys
And if only if onlys
Hadn’t still the better of me

Still expecting a prize
For the strive
A sensational fluffy fix
For a fake two seconds of bliss
Living life for the rush
And missing every uncaged bit of wise

I’d better get me to an ashram stat
So that I can get this whole spirituality thing
Down pat
Over the weekend

Regards,
Earth Plane Novice