Dilemma

I wish I was a rocket
opening the next frontier.

Wish I was oil
conquering the ocean.

If I were to become a microchip
I’d be inserted under perfect skin
and ride there tracking the travels
of flawlessness.

Wish I had
superpowers — how could I not
considering the way they’re drawn?

Maybe I could take on
the anima of a tiger
and slink my power
through forests seeking
to change lives.

Longing to have some effect
leads me away from wanting to be
human.

If I could talk to animals
would they tell me
they wanted to be me?

If I could be a rocket
or a computer, if I could
ride the waves as oil,
would I feel my being?

I desire technology
or shamanism
for myself, want to erase
the big old man I am
who can’t make anything happen.

Would I still care
that things were changing
around me and because of me
then?