I want to make a movie, write a novel, drive to California.
I want to make a meal, bake a pie, fall in love and take a nap.
I want to sit in Central Park and drink coffee with my mother-
I want to smell blue, put honey on my lips and bathe a baby.
I want to hold an old man's hand, skip with my daughter and balance on one foot.
I want to write a poem, I want to write a poem, I want to write a poem.