I want to live the one street life,
Where I do get sad, and cry.
Where I see beauty, and love.
Where I hear the music playing, and dance.
And when I see a blossoming flower,
I admire.
I want to live the great man’s life,
Where I conjure great ideas, and build.
Where I create opportunities, and empower.
Where I do have a notebook, and write.
And when I crack open noteworthy texts,
I read.
I want to live the participatory life,
Where I am with family, and belong:
a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister. A mother. A father.
And when my community beckons, above self,
I serve.
I want to live the life of adventure,
Where I seek travel destinations, and go.
Where I meet new people, new cultures, and revel.
And when I get served new food,
I eat.
I wanna live the faithful life.
Where I believe in over powers, and pray.
Where I aspire to honesty, and tell the truth.
Where I do consider danger, necessity, and lie.
And when my loyalties are tested, morality questioned, stronger,
I’d stand.
I want to live the progressive life.
Where I grow, and learn.
Where I fail, get back to rock bottom, and restart.
And when I am the broken piece,
I mend.
I want to live the many lives.
In one life, I feel.
In a second, I build.
In another, I contribute.
In a heavenly light, I believe.
In many places, I experience.
And as always, I learn.
I wanna live the fulfilled life.
Where when I am still alive, I live.
And when the time comes, I die.
Addendum:
This is a piece I first drafted in June, 2017.
Like I considered incomplete then, I still do now.
Life, to me, is a thrill yet to be filled with its many twisty mysteries.
One is never really enough 😉
Thanks.
— J
