I want to feast on a bowlful of stars,

And bathe in the heavenly mist of inspiration,

I want to avoid the backwash of death and ride its wave instead,

 

Can it be done?

 

I want to know the edge of life so far,

And skate above the frozen lake of perspiration,

I want to change all the things I see to what I see in my head,

 

I know it can’t be done,

 

I want to turn villages into towns,

And paint brick walls until they’re like huge stained glass windows,

I want to stoke the furnace of all lives with possibility,

 

How can it be done?

 

I want to dress paupers in royal gowns,

And unlock the golden gates that stay shut when the wind blows,

I want to redirect blame to those with responsibility,

 

Will it be done?

 

I want to succeed in a time of failure,

I want others who have lost to start winning,

And the world to bury the corpse of sinning.