If I were a cloud, I would fly away
So far that none of my troubles could stay
I would pick a shape that fits me best
And hover myself over to rest

If I were the wind, I would settle down
And let the leaves take their selves to the ground
I would only move when the time is right
Such as a little one flying a kite

If I was the sun, I would shine for all
So bright nobody could be sure of what they saw
I would be a burst of energy, like something fun
To pick people up and let them know the days not done

Yes, if I was this, or if I was that
I could make my own new habitat
I could bring forth new definitions
oh yes, I would be a true magician

But it’s all in my head, and I am just myself
So, I'll put these ideas on a bookshelf
It’s all make believe, so it seams
Just me, myself, and I stuck in a daydream