Sometimes…
Sometimes I wish that I couldn’t dream.
That I couldn’t imagine.
That I couldn’t feel.
That I didn’t have to breath.
That I didn’t have to move.
That I didn’t have
To walk

To run

To talk

To sing
To eat

To drink
To love

To read

To work

To think

To try
To write
To live

To hear

To see

To live.
But,
If I didn’t do any of these things,
What would I be?
I would be a little dust speck.
The tiniest thing,
So tiny,
That you couldn’t see me.
I wouldn’t be able to see the beauty of the world
And all of the different people in it.
I am lucky.