Sometimes, I wish that I were never born
of course, the film, It's a Wonderful Life
made much of this idea in George Bailey
even if I were not unborn, to scorn
the world like a curmudgeon, an old crab
is to lack all respect because the strife
ministers to the will as host, daily
even if I break bread with my brother
still, I feel all alone as King Ahab
I will never be happy with myself
wish that I could live freely as a child
in this world, some collect dust on a shelf
some live in the moment, as if some wild
humor makes one life unlike another
that I feel limited in my choices
how my past actions decide the future
ask me why I run for thousands of miles
that I discover trapped within, voices
I hear beneath all the ambient noise
were I to hear a songbird immature
every morning wake me at dawn with tales
remembering dreams I have forgotten
each day suppressed as if these were my toys
never to ride a motorbike, the air
envelopes my body with emotion
voices suppressed by the will as if care
emerged meaningless against the ocean
resembling tides of force misbegotten
born, George Bailey makes good, a life of cheer
objections to the rule of law aside
reason guides me to overcome my pride
not to become a product of my fear
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