If I was an astronaut Down at Earth I'd stare Waiting for a little green woman With whom I could compare The stars would turn Celestially close The sun, reborn Each day rediagnose On and on I'd philosophise Anticipating, my verdant friend Colours gleaming, oceans below Turn of life, river bend If I was a maths teacher I'd look up Mind-bending equations A half-full cup Students would come And curious, would go Colourful numbers calling Knowing more, and more to know Classroom calling Each angle a pastiche So innocent, unknowing What they might unleash If I was a politician I'd talk until quite blue Moulding, selling beautifully A vision deliciously true To reach the summit Through votes, through guile With cultivated points of pressure And penetrating smile Persuasion would drip Off every twist and pump Hands shaken, shaking, up A simultaneous jump If I dreamt another day What would my vision say? Round in circles, forced delay A quietly deliriant display A balance of the green and blue Some of me, some of you Lots of this, but of that few Keeping old, welcoming new Taking off, I would fly Owning my little patch of sky To live, to search, to lose, to die One thing remains: I must try.
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