I want to be sunflower in a field of weed, laughing at the sun with my face pock marked with black seeds, I want to crack open my ribs and pull out a little god and give it to you, I want to be a river going zigzag on a long adventure trip, with just the fishes and pebbles as my companion, I want to be a little child in love with my mother And sweet sweet candies and dragons. I want to be a tiny bird O I'll fly over cities and mountains and come back and describe the world to the tree if it's still awake But if the world asks me what I want to be, O I'll say I want to be a poet, a bad poet a good poet, an okay poet, Whatever it wants to call me And I'll be happy