I wish my clumsy fingers
Could be as swift as his.
I wish they could make
Sweet melodies and salty cakes
That I would play and pleasantly serve
With my dear baton and butter knife
At banquet halls to large companies
Of mild mannered men and woman
Just looking for a friend
Who will sing them into sleep.
I wish my naive eyes
Could see the world like his.
I wish I watched the newspapers with
An elephant's cautious mind
And saw my neighbors far from home,
And saw the old friends I never knew,
And waved to them with a watery smile.
My eyes would surely be
The better part of me
If only this was true.
I wish my selfish soul
Could be genuine like his.
I wish my frantic scribbled poems
Had never told the smallest lie,
But deception is their friendly face
They go fishing for your sympathy,
Instead of creating creative images
They paint on allegedly perfect faces,
They draw poorly worded horror stories
Instead of selling scars.
And my wishes find me everyday,
They go spinning through my head
Like an understanding hurricane
With mercy enough to let guilt stand
But leave my poor pride desolate
As they whip and whirl wildly
Through the once dry desert town
That resides inside my mind.
They scoff at me cause I'm a romantic
Who could never write a love song.
I laugh because I know they're right.
I smile because I know they're right.
I cry because I know they're right.
And I look to God though I'm to small
And I ask him why they're right.
