EVERYDAY LIFE
Have you ever quietly wanted to be
Something quite other than human?
A fly on the wall, an inanimate object?
Just a silly delusion.
I have more often than I like to admit
Wished that I could become,
The house where you live, the ground where you walk
To exist with you and belong.
To be a part of your everyday life
Would be my dream come true,
There would be no need to even notice me,
As long as I'm there with you.
Predominance is not necessary
Just a small share will do,
I'd gladly accept the slightest speck
That's evermore close to you.
To be with you every moment in time,
Wherever you may be,
To feel the closeness and warmth of your body,
Would be my ecstasy.
But alas, I am flesh and bone
An over-rated state of being,
Such immeasureable pleasures not to know
Life has little meaning.
No closeness to share, no touch of your hands
No embrace, however small,
Nothing that’s needed, nothing that’s missed
Nothing that’s wanted at all.
Inanimate object? Mortal human?
The choice is clear to me
To be a slice of your everyday life
An object I chose to be.
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