This Sh!t Gets Old

I wish the winter were hot, and that the snow was water. I wish I could wear tees and thin tops and shorts and my thigh high socks.
I wish I could take an inflatable mattress and float around my lawn.
I wish I could go outside without fearing I will freeze to death in a matter of seconds.
I wish I weren't in school so I could camp out near his house,
Take the LTC where ever I want,
Get off at random stops and never worry that soon I'd be more lost, cold and dieing then I already was.
I wish I could create my own season, my own month.