If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm

I spend in the currency of hope

Big Hail Mary passes

‘This time next year Rodney we’ll be millionaires’

I see big changes, never yet materialised, around the corner

I guess something happened when I was younger

A big abandonment

A magical hope of return

Some internalised message that I was defective, different

Turned into a narrative that I was different,

Special

Worthy of a big wish coming through

By virtue of me being me