I wish that I could just breathe normally
Just in and out, without the stab of pain;
That everything was as it used to be
Before I started on this dull, sick drain.
I wish my head were not a cotton ball,
My mouth a desert, arid as the wind,
My nose stuffed up, my energy so small
I lie in bed just like a bug that's pinned.
I wish that when I went outside it felt
Like spring again, and I could breathe clear air;
I wish the world around me would all melt
And seem as it should be, open and fair.
I wish all this, but winter has its woes
And they will last as long as winter snows.
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