Where will I be 3 years from now?
Will I do better than today?
How much better?
Will I find happiness?
When will The Rolling Stones’ I Can’t Get No Satisfaction stop being an anthem to me?
Will I ever be rich?
Famous?
Will I ever be loved?
Pampered?
Seduced?
Will I ever be understood?
Will I ever win at lottery?
Or at least a bumper prize that is promised with most goodies from toothpaste to Flat TV?
Will I ever find someone who can really read between these lines?
