I could have been a wife
I walk the rivers of emptiness
but I panicked
In the middle of nowhere

I could have been a tailors dummy
I am bowed to the earth
but I cannot keep silence
My pen writing what I cannot say

I could have been a mistress
On the clouds I fly
but I am prudish
Dressed in red yellow white

I could have been a man
I am dignity grace and beauty
but biology evaded me
Surrounded by friends alone

I could have been a bird
I am frozen in the wind
but I cannot fly
My wings touched heaven

I could have been a book
I am bound and sealed
but fear no-one would read me
Covered in dust