Part of me wants

Part of me wants to skip far into the future. Through all the bull, to where life has finally worked it's self out, you know what I mean?

Part of me wants to stay exactly where I am, out of fear of what tomorrow will bring, it's not that I particularly like where I am, just don't want where I go to be worse than here, who knows what I'm yet to have seen.

Part of me wants to go back to a time when things were easier, because it's only as life gets progressively more difficult, that you realise even though it wasn't easy, it was better then, don't you find yourself agreeing.

But there isn't one part of me that wants to get up in the morning.