Oh how responsibility has stifled creativity.
I wish to write myself a new life,
a whole new existence.
The same me but better,
the same face but happy,
the same heart but glad,
The same hands but clean,
the same feet but beautiful,
the same back but strong,
the same eyes but light,
the same mind but gutterless.
That is my ideal self.
The one that can never exist,
but wants to.
But life is mandatory and with is this statutory requirement that you live it just as you are.
SK
