I wished to be born as the moon.
I wanted to control the tides as it comes and goes
Wanted the ocean at my fingertips through the highs and the lows
But instead I was born as a field of grass.
I would look up and gaze at the moon.
Right there out of reach as it came up and bring the tides to the beach

I hated every second until I saw couple.
Both in love as they mutter three words to each other.
I may not command the changing of the months
But I am here to witness why some days are worth remembering
-something the moons is too far away to see.

For my next life I wanted to be a mirror.
To look back on people as they stare at themselves
Pouring out every bit of emotion they hold within.
Instead I was born as the bed.
I couldn’t understand why I was there until one night,
A girl came and rested her head on the pillows, wrapped herself in a blanket
And cried herself to sleep.
I may not have been there to see her watch her reflection and point out flaws
But I am here to keep her safe from it until the morning.
And I felt contented.

Next, I wanted to be a star.
I wanted to burn brighter than every other being,
I wanted to be admired from afar.
When I woke up, I was a lamp post.
I pitied myself until one night, a moth saw my light.
Flew directly onto me and burned itself to give my a kiss
-a luxury even the stars will never live.