That Is

There’s sun on the wall
And noise in the street.
There’s some kind of smell.
You’ll get used to it.
Close your eyes and wish.

You will have your wish.
The days will waltz by.
The life that bores you,
The world you don’t like,
They’ll waltz off as well.

You will get your wish
Or it will get you—
That is, if your wish
Is not to keep this
That is as it is.