Unsatisfaction

I'd just glance at myself in my mirror Smile, or cry, whichever does deem my mood, Take a pen and some papers And hop on the boat of adventure If I had the opportunity to! I'd settle snugly in one of its chairs And let it take me there where it wishes: From the land of humans to that of mermaids From the haven of musical poets to that of dancing elves From the refuge of Gods to that of their rulers! Why, I'd just enjoy my ride, heartfelt and much needed! But then, still, the hammer of my conscience would knock On my inner being, bidding me to reflect about all that which I do Or would be ready to do Merely to please myself But, in spite of it all, ending up feeling dull and morose So like a weed in a garden; a weed wishing to be admired As if it were a rose, but, being ignored, merely for being a weed! Why, if from the boat of adventure, I'd feel thus Why, would I be able to return to my routine life Merely to engage in my routine activities While hoping to have wings grow on my soul So that it takes its flight, so carefree and so liberated!