Out of time

I hate and curse those beings who have almost everything And do not know how to value it Misfortune mine I mourn and despair I long for it and I want it And I do not have it Resentment and anger I will emanate and as a flower Withered for lack of water I will die It will never be the same If the need and the desire It is not satisfied today Tomorrow I will be filled with illusions And if the need and desire It is received tomorrow will not be the same The moment changed Today I think so And maybe tomorrow Damn my reality.