O’, to be a braver and wiser man,
how infinite like a god then would I,
with poetic grandeur at my command,
write words of wisdom upon the sky.
O’, to be an eternal rogue scholar,
unhindered by any literate remorse,
to set the world in perpetual motion,
with greater intent and wiser course.
O’, if I were but an eagle’s wings,
would I bear this feathered god alight,
to ride the wind in effortless spree,
and hold this bird to its destined flight.
O’, if I were but an omnipotent poet,
I could write beauty as it truly should be,
not with mere words spilt on the page,
but with divinest of arts for all to see.