I wish that food was poison,
and the air was water.

I wish words were knives,
stabbing right into the heart.

I wish sleeping was an eternity,
and happiness was there in hell.

I wish the red river inside me,
would burst and flow into the sea.

I wish that I had the courage,
to jump and pretend that I could fly.

I wish life would stop chanting,
its hollow, endless charms,
and I could be a mayfly,
that danced till the day went by.