It's called I wish because originality is overrated...damn you

I wish I were a fucking tree.

I wish I were a merry ghost.

I wish I left no trace of me,

I wish I were a winsome host

I wish I were the catcher in the rye.

I wish children played upon me,

I wish them safe before I die

And yet they never played with me

I saw them through my prison bars

And yet never could I leave.

I sought them through apologetic scars

And yet never could they conceive

I wish I were a fucking tree

So children could climb me;

And it wouldn't hurt so god damn always

So lovers and fighters could rest in my shade

and sleep forevermore

And rest for ever and more

So I could live a hundred half-lives,

which never hurt another soul in a thousand years

I am waiting for the day when my clock runs down

I pray for the ticking to cease

The pulsing stops, so the pulse stops....

the footsteps echo to a close

and I can be an echo

An echo is like a memory

It fades until it is nonsense

I wish I were nonsense, non-sense, no sense.