There’ll Always Be Next Time…

This is one of those things I think to myself far too often
Except that that next time never seems to roll around
Sometimes I wonder if I should speak up
Say what I’m thinking/wanting/feeling just a little bit louder
But I’m distracted by the fairground lights and the thought of ‘I can’t afford this’
I feel like my whole life has been a series of ‘I’ll be able to do that next time’ and next time turns into another day and another day turns in to never
I shouldn’t be ungrateful, because sometimes I end up doing something a little bit better or a little more sensible or a little more fun
But mostly I get my heart set on something that I can never seem to have
But that’s life, eh?
And there’s always next time