I want to be an octopus in a garden in a song
sung by the drummer of The Beatles.
I want to be a lover left
with good inspiration
sitting on a park bench in NYC's Union Square.
I want to be the envelope
pushed
underneath the door,
threatening someone with more.
I want to be the meat of your eye
as it looks at the sky
and wonders why.
I want to be a time traveling fool,
and go back to High School.
When I give up on my dreams, I just want it all to be easier.