A short poem about all the things I might become- 1/28/19
If I could be all I wanted to be let’s sit and think of possibilities.
I might to choose to be wealthy or choose to be free.
Subjective definitions might change for me.
If I was a car I’d be a Tesla cruising down the street, Matte black dark tint to make it hard to see.
Golden hour time of day, warm & bright.
Perfect for a picture or a stroll at night.
Weather like a hot day with a cool nice breeze.
Iconic like early 2000s history.
A big theatre room showing a movie.
Cozy like a hoodie, I’m laid back and chill.
Open like the ocean, I might tell my life at will.