I wish to dance but I have two left feet,

I wish to sing but my voice is not sweet,

I wish to paint but my canvas is full,

I wish to write but it comes out all bull.

I wish to make love but a partner I lack,

I wish for the past but I can’t go back.

I wish for love that I can hold,

I wish for riches made not of gold.

And so I dance, despite my two left feet,

And so I sing though my voice is not sweet.

And so I paint my canvas my body,

And so I write though the words are shoddy.

And so I make love to myself alone,

And so I look through the yearbook and the pictures its shone.

And so I hate the love that won’t be found,

And so I make the green to buy up the gold around.