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