If a Were a Poet

If I were a poet it wouldn't even be content not sad... I could live just passing by... floating in the air, flying in the feathers of the breeze... but since I'm normal, not even a bridge nor way... I feel what I feel... wishes, longing, jealousy...! But how can I not be a poet? I deny everything... and I suffer... But I don't transmit anything, nor transcribe... I'm not a poet... I'm not satisfied in this life without you...!