What Could Have Been

What could have been,
I sayis better than what is.
What is, I say, seems dull and grey
comparted to what is his.

He who dances while I walk,
he who sings while I talk,
he who lives in that wonderful world
where I see him as my dreams unfurl.

Ah! If only I could get the girl
or take the new Ferrari for a twirl.
No...I guess I'll just go to work
and turn thedamn alarm clock off.

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