I want to take the left road, then turn.
I want to grab the sun, then burn.
I want to hold a star in my hand, then throw.
I want to bring Saturn down for a show.
I want to take Mars on a date, then home.
I want a spaceship, the galaxy I want to roam.
I desire time with the Devil, please send me down.
I desire a place to take God, then of him drown.
I desire a piece of the quiet to be known.
I desire a moment by myself, before I've grown.
Comments1
They all seem to have a common theme that of choice and control. A wonderful write of what we desire and how some we will never acquire.
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