But, there is a but

I wish to see large joys in small things,
but my vision blurs 3 feet ahead.
I wish to be a poet creating romantic scenes from regular experiences
but neither spring nor rain inspire me anymore.
I wish I could fly; rise up high in the sky
but right now I am searching for my guardian angel to take me along.
It is a mundane existence with little inspiration
but I wish, something good happens for a change. *sigh*