I want to see life
I want to merry-go-round the world
And taste the cultures of this human race
I want to go into space
and touch a star
The moment it is born,
then leave it scorned and formed.
I want to build, I want to break
I want to create, I want to accumulate.
I want to speak your tongue
And lick it too.
I’ll offer you the words of mine
And between our lungs,
We will share breaths of empathy
I want to give life
to climb this jungle gym, alongside pure innocence
delivered from my dirty flesh.
I want the picket fence
In between a leaf canopy of vines and shrubs
I want to start over
I want to sustain
I want to take what I don’t need, and give when don’t have anything.
I want the solitary adventure
To share with the self inside of me.
And both of us will unearth an essence
which I will bottle.
I want to be the substitute person for a confused soul
I want to be the forbidden fruit of a self-righteous saint
I also want to be the only one, for someone.
And I also want to have fun.
I want it all in circles and then push it into squares
Until nobody cares...
And I want it all in photo frames.