Wishfulled Thinking

I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish
for something better than all of this

When they said we were green with envy,
it was only because we were here
and they were there
and over there
and over yonder was always emerald in our mind

And you always barked about keeping your side of the street clean,
cleaner than mine,
pristine to the point of referencing imaginary hygiene in all of this,

But alas,
there were moments of disbelief,
of the downfall of optimism
and the rise of every Randian bibliophile we could find

a forage of sorts,
and at the end,
with our disheveled flashlights, soiled with dirt and failure,
we would remember why there were hardly ever any emeralds in that forest,
and certainly no diamonds in the rough