Most Likely Dirt, a poem
Most Likely Dirt
Sometimes I like to just sit and think
And I don't know what I think about
But if I didn't think I could probably never think again
Sometimes I get scared
For really no reason at all
Sometimes I feel trapped inside me
Sometimes I just wish I could escape who I am
I just wish I could be anything but me
Maybe I could be a tree
Or a log in the fire
Anything would do
Anything besides me
Maybe a bird
Flying in the sky
Or the ocean
With the waves rolling by
But I would most likely be something much smaller
Like a little snowflake
Or a coal in the fire
Most likely dirt
I could be anything
Anything but me
Maybe a tree
(April 6 2017)