Sometimes I wish...

What do you wish for, little broken bird?

Sometimes I wish I was water, so I could slip through people's fingers, but could be capable of making a whole ship float.

Sometimes I wish I was air, so I could swirl through trees leaves, but could turn into a strong hurricane. Spread upon all edges and filling people's lungs. Be a breath of life. Oh yes, my dear... Sometimes I wish I was air.

Sometimes I wish I was soil, so I could feel life's vibrant sounds. Feel the waves of the rhythm when people walk passing by. But could be the heart of a mountain as well, experiencing the life between all grams of dirt.

Sometimes I wish I was a caterpillar, so I could turn into a cocoon and rest from the whole world, preparing myself for a better life while I'm passing through the other side. Rebirth into a better version of myself, into a gorgeous butterfly with unique wings that could fly and fly away from my old life.

Sometimes I wish I could be a tree, so I would grow my roots beneath the surface deep, deep down, feeling the Earth's secret whispers, but might grow as high as I could, so I could stretch out my branches and dance along with the sweet wind of fall.
Oh yes, my dear... Sometimes I wish I was a big, tall tree.

Sometimes I wish I was a cigarette, I would be the company of those in distress. Consuming into smoke and drudgery, taking out the stress with my breath in every single ash that fled away.

Sometimes I wish I could turn into an elephant, so I'd know the virtue of wisdom and patience. Experience life from a wild perspective. Experience the calmness from innocent eyes.

Sometimes I wish...I wish I could own wings like an eagle, then I might fly across the sky, feeling the breeze caressing the thickness of my feathers, rushing away the death that chases me.

Oh my dear... Sometimes I wish too much, but dream about so little that it frightens me the idea of running out of life. How can I belong to a heart that runs out of dreams?

Where,darling? Where can I find a chance to reset this game? Is it just the rock bottom or is it just a sign?  That things must come to an end to start a new path?

So if I were to begin again, would you be there to watch me fly far, far away?
Oh, my dear friend...

Sometimes I wish I could fly again.