I Want
I Want
I don’t want to fly
In the mighty sky
It is not dense enough
To make me sigh
I don’t want to dive
In any of those five
Oceans are too pure
They don’t make me feel alive
I don’t want to run
They say it’s fun
It clears up the cobwebs
My mind has spun
I want to sit under a tree
And read a mystery
To live it till its last word
Is my only fantasy