Distracted

Will I ever make my dreams come true?

What are they?
When are they ours?
When are they borrowed?

How is life in its simplest form?

How can you convince a complicated mind to think in a simple way?

Why don't I ever like my hair? Or my glasses?

How is life post-this -my shoes are never comfortable- thing?
Great?
Boring?

How about me checking out your brown bumm?

How about you getting decent education?

How about me hating my job?

And my habits? And my laziness?

When am I happy with myself?