I would love to be a butterfly
Riding the rainbows
and not watch my own colours;
just content to be a lover of flowers.
I would love to be a planet
Revolving amongst galaxies,
and not think of my own destruction;
just content to gaze at nebulic towers
I would love to be a light house
Watching the lonely ships,
and not witness my own deterioration;
just content to shine in the early hours
I would love to be a clock
Moving gears and levers,
and not hear my own tick tock;
just content to watch as the life sours