wishful thinking

Counting stars in my room A different matrix A satellite 📡 of my hopes and dreams hanged in the space within my heart ❣️ My perception tainted ;by my sinnist nature I pray to the lord up above that he may quench my fancy. Emotionally scared, now I'm numbing on the feelings you left behind I would rather be rich and old. Swimming in my own memories more precious than gold. Broken promises made me this way. I still hear the whispers of my heart ;telling to desire and yearn for the finer things. A soft life is prior. Call it wishful thinking.