I Wish (Hour Nine)

I Wish


I wish I was an artist

So that everyone could see

The beauty and the heartache

That dwell inside of me


I wish I was a singer

So that everyone could hear

My tragedies and triumphs

My anxieties and fear


I wish I was an athlete

Long and lean, built strong and tall

Admired by the masses

Just because I could play ball


But me, I’m just a wordsmith

With tales to tale, insights to share

Hoping you’re still there reading

These strips of soul that I’ve laid bare

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