There is much I think I want,
a free year to do the things I like,
to just sit and stare at stars all night,
a luxury house hidden far from any fight,
books, a typewriter, and my solitude.
There is much I think I deserve,
a large family filled with smiling faces,
a body healthy and lacking pain,
a good deed returned,
a kiss on the cheek.
There is much I think I have,
The breath in my lungs,
The love in my life,
A pillow to rest my head,
Space to speak my mind.