i want a bike, a grey one, they’re the fastest. i want a vinyl record player to play my mother’s dylan albums. i want the beta band to unsplit. i want to go back to sydney and walk upside down. i want to go to the movies every day. i want to go on vacation in south france and go to the beach when it rains. i want my headache to go away. i want to lay down on the carpet and listen to any wagner’s operas. i want to read macbeth for the first time. i want to take the time to remember my dreams. i want to never be able to play bach’s first prelude and drive my piano teacher insane. i want to ride in the horse truck at dawn. i want to make serious plans about my backpacking trip around the world. i want to see april in new york. i want to be a writer. i want to daydream. i want to be a movie maker. i want to meet leonard cohen. i want to be self-assured. i want to fear nothing.
am i living in your dreams ?
i want to be a grown-up.