I want...

To be
where they dance in the streets, this town it is so dull.

To laugh
on a street corner, who cares if they all think I'm mad.

To wear wild pants
because they brighten everyone's day.

To kiss the feet
of a bronze statue.

To die
knowing I've done the best I could.

To live
not mere to surviving but thriving.

To question
the information I've been told, there's no telling what I might find.

To untie
those knots, pull out those hooks, and run into the arms of God.

To cry
without shame.

To smile
and not have my innocence taken away.

To write
whatever I want.

To believe
that I am whole, complete and perfect already,

and so are you.