Mites

I have a few wishes If Only They came true waiting takes the longest the blessing goes to the strongest everyone must struggle to get through trouble sometimes single sometimes double I seem to be allergic to a lot of things I should be living in a bubble my genie is a different Hue picked from the tribe of a Chosen Few I call on my savior who only answers to one name so many some claim still their worship is in vain principalities know this reality so we sit waiting to be free of all the dust debris the cause of our allergies, "ACHOO"