If I were to wish for anything,

I should not wish for wealth and power,

but for the passionate sense of the potential,

for the eye which,

ever young and ardent,

sees the possible.

Pleasure and disappointments.

Even so,

you ask me what I really want this year.

And I try to make this kind and clear.

Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days.

Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings,

and desire and love and empty things.

Just a chance that

maybe

we'll find better days.