I want to live,

I want to live to tell a tale.

About a girl or a boy,

And the life they lived,

Or didn’t live to tell.

I want to tell a story,

I want to make you think.

I want you to inquiry,

To bring you to the brink of your seat –

I want to…

I want to lie and cheat,

And tell you what it was like!

I want to explain the feelings,

Guilt and joy,

I want to exploit.

I want to love,

And be loved in return,

I want to burn.

And be burned,

Then take my ashes and write a poem.

I want to give birth,

I want to mutilate my flesh,

Tear and sculpt it,

And name it Antares, for my heart is now his.

Or Alice, for her heart is her own to give.

I want to be happy,

I want to feel joy,

And pain,

I want to be burdened,

For that’s what life is.

And I want to live,

Before I die.