The privilege

I have the privilege to eat what I want to eat. To taste what I want to taste. To...try what I want to try. To wake up in the morning with full of smile without worries the whole day. I can pray...and breathe the smell of success. To feel the bliss the world can bring. To think of imaginative things. I can change clothes..buy them easy. Shop til I drop. I can be the King of Luxury...spas, gyms, healthy lifestyle...I can even go where I want to. I've been to high and low places, seeing different horizon of the fields. Touching one life is in my hand. I can swim, dance, sing, play a trick, and I love the privilege to share. You see? I am everything. I have the privileges! I have them! But i'm not perfect..having these taste of the world is not as the greatest taste of the privilege laying down my head on a shoulder, laying down my head to feel and to hear the heartbeat, filling the spaces between my fingers, the thought of security that when I lay down my head & sleep and waking up with white hair, still I will see the shoulder I used to lean on...but if destiny has changed, maybe, the privilege that i had, was not really having the privileges of the world, but, the thought of having these opportunities while when I was with you.