I wish I was a little weaker. Mentally. So that I can cry
with no shame when I feel pain.
I wish I was a little weaker. Physically. So that like in the dramas
I can dramatically collapse when I want someone to catch me.
I wish I had a little less pride. But a little more confidence. So that I can not know anything
and not be afraid. So that I can ask
and not be afraid.
I wish I knew a little less. Perhaps a little less math, a little less science. So I could ask for help
help that I really need.
I wish I could thought a little less. Spoke more freely. Less thinking.
So I could be myself when I talked to someone else.
I wish I had simpler dreams. Which I already have
But too afraid to pursue.
Because society doesn’t like simple things. Simple people. Simple dreams.
I wish I lived a simple life. Sitting in a chair outside in the sun.
In the middle of a green field. No cars. No buildings. Except for the tiny homes dotting the plain.
I wish I had a simple house. By the beach. So every morning I could listen to the sea speak
I wish I had a simple family. A husband. Some children. Maybe a little dog.
God, O Lord,
You know the simplest way.