Oh, life.
I am awake to this moment
As much as I can be:
I am a dulled pencil tip smudging
Faded lines on loose leaf.
Cheer for me from the sidelines
While I take on various challenges.

My eyes, my fingers, and my tongue
Are all things that deceive me.
So bring on the deceit.
Wrap it up in as many layers as
You feel necessary.
Bake it as you would a cake:
With care, purpose, and skill.

I wish I was a Blue Jay.
Why am I saying this?
Let me meet you halfway on this one.
Its because of the feathers.
The plumage.
The style of birds has always been
Relevant.

None of this has any relevance.
There is no depth or meaning.
Allow me to lose my train of thought.
I want to be a boat, a yacht.
I want to carry rich families over
Dangerous oceans.
Then you should lift me out of the water,
With a crane (I'm heavy).
Then sand me, paint me, and have me
Surveyed by a professional when you're
Ready to sell me.