Wish the trees could talk
tell us stories from the time that is forever lost.
Wish the time could stop
so I could run to my favourite shop
and eat whatever I want.
Wish there was no concrete
only flowers and little leaves,
so we would not have to worry about dust
for everywhere there would perfume
that would be everybody’s for free.
Weltschmerz: “world-pain”; the state of sadness and depression felt when the world as it is doesn’t reflect what you think it should