Sometime it hits you when you least expect it:

I haven't done anything worthwhile in two months time...

I haven't written something that might actually last
I haven't read a book that I didn't read to fast

I haven't painted a picture, not even bothered to start
Nor have i sketched a face that belongs to a heart

Haven't held someone i care about and whispered tender fallacies
Or told anyone about my most closely-kept fantasies

I should have played an instrument just to feel the music with my fingers
Struck a chord, pure and perfect simply to hear how long it lingers

I wish I'd walked a hundred miles in someone else's shoes
And I wish I had made a bet i couldn't help but lose

Picked a flower for a stranger and picked two for a friend
I wish there were flowers to pick at all, in a garden that I could tend

I want to travel around the world on a whim
Fall into the ocean and only then decide to take a swim

I wish my life was as I've always dreamt it would
And if I can't have it, I wish that someone else could