Sometimes, I wish to be a poet,
For my words do not flow,
And my voice cannot sing,
But I want to get across
This distance
This vast space that separates us,
These rivers and lakes and states and buildings and border lines
That cannot be crossed in a single step,
More like a single leap,
No, a single dance,
A series of leaps and pirouettes and everything else.
But remember,-
If distance was a person,
She would be a lady,
Missing her manners,
For she's the bitchest of them all.
And if distance was a person,
She'd be dead already, by my own fucking hand.
And if distance was a person,
I would tear her to bits,
Feed her to the dogs,
Because she is but a hindrance,
But a bitch.