I want to write a poem
I want words to flow from my brain
to fill a room
and churn around my ankles
I want to describe the magnificent monstrosity
of the abominable them
I want to write page after page of profound insight
relevant to a day and age contrary to my own
I want to transport lazy streams and terrible winds
to the bedroom of a pensive child
I want to be mistaken for a genius
analysed by college students
and cursed by highschool
I want to be required reading
that 7 secretly love
I want
I want an unattainable future
made possible by something I didn't feel
or see
or be
I want a writing desk used only for flashes of imagination
and sudden inspiration
I want to sing in the mind of another
without having to open my mouth
I want