A chance to twist and twirl an flawless spinning rose petal in the nude.
A chance to taste lemon drops streaming down the hot sizzling sun without
getting burnt.
A chance to feel one single womanhood seed blossoming in mother nature's womb.
A chance to listen to a broken heart bleed about losing all of the magical sparkling
colors that once existed in her lover's crystal clear rainbow.
A chance to envision a pair of hands touching and accepting a crippled face.
A chance to enter into the relaxing flow of the mainstream and enjoy every
successful wave.
A chance to speak complicated thoughts without being locked in a
world of shame.
A chance to have the freedom to paint the bleak baby blue sky a shocking
hard pink.
A chance to finally smile at all of the goofy freaks who once made suicide
look very pretty.
A chance to scream at the top of my strong hollow lungs for performing
an impossible task.
A chance to jump possible failure without even wiping the birth of
lukewarm tears.
A chance to create real passion on soft numb white computer paper without leaping to the moon.
A chance to actually paint fine art into an old dumpy computer's memory
and say, "Hey! Give me a fighting chance to pick up the pieces!"
A chance to dish out witty advice to sweet poor cherubs who only know
how to make a cup of coffee.
A chance just to go begging on the street with ten million tin cans
banging against an abandoned fire-engine red kiddie-size wheelchair.
A chance to sit behind daddy's powerful desk taking big business
phone messages every second of the day.
A chance to attend another reality of education in order to become
a wise physical therapist or just a dumb old housewife!!!
I had these chances, how come I blew it?
