I want to
Fly like a bird
To unknown places
Because the air there
Is more befitting
To the story I want
To write for myself.
I want to
Run down a hill,
Like a horse;
I want to feel
The gust of wind
In my mane,
I want to hear it
Rush past my ears,
And I want to feel
The sting of it
Caressing my eyes.
I want to
Build something,
Anything,
Of my own.
I want to know
The strength of something
I have made with
My own hands.
I want to
Love.
I want to love
So much
That if I was ever
Held captive by waves,
If I ever saw
My life flash before my eyes,
I would see one face,
And one face only.
I want to love.
I want to
See galaxies and cosmos and another universe.
I want to know
What the stars in them
Feel like
Against my skin.
These are the things I want to do before I die.
