Envy

I envy the ones

who live in the hills.

I envy their eyeballs

and all they take in.

They live in the green.

I live in a plate.

They drink fancy coffee.

While mine's always plain.

They go to their beaches,

they dance on their cliffs.

They hashtag and comment

all full of what-ifs.

Oh, the places I'd go.

If given the chance.

The people I'd hug, 

the laughs that I'd laugh.

The mist that hugs

the tops of the hills.

The hiking boots, sweater.

Hot coffee, cheap thrills.

We're all just like fish.

In not-so-dense water.

All have what we need.

All still hot and bothered.