what can i be?

I can be forever young.
I can keep on vicariously living
my teenage life, rewinding, re-casting,
re-dubbing, and capturing all that
as different stories, in different media.

I can be anyone.
I am hired to be schizophrenic.

I can be Captain Cook on a voyage
across the Pacific.
I can be an acid rocker tripping
on psychedelic life.
I can be Rafa playing T20 in Hawaii.

I can be passionate, energetic, moody,
trendy, whacked out, argumentative,
flaky, sober, drunk, devious, intelligent,
dull, unshaven, rude, and silent on occasions.

I can be a prism of complications,
and a spectrum of vibrancy.

I can be in the middle of the Sahara,
watching sharks ski down snow slopes,
chasing long necked hippos,
snacking on broccoli burgers
and drinking pumpkin champagne.

I can be inventive, innovative or boringly
conservative, with a Gothic skew.

I can create anything in my head,
and it doesn’t have to respect gravity.
Or consider the consequences of anything
that Einstein theorized.

I can buck rules. I can duck rules.
I can rewrite history. I can draw new geography.

I can borrow Spain. I can import Russia.
I can buy Neptune. I can sell Pluto.

I can officially sit at home all day
and brood over karma.

I can build space rockets.
I can trash missiles.
I can chomp nuclear bombs.
I can burp oxygen.
I can eat anything. I can drink everything.

I can do whatever inside my mind.
I can be holy, or unholy.
I can be a father, or mother, or son,
or daughter, or cousin, or pet dog.

I can be a sofa, a couch,
or a dining table with three legs.

I can get inside a goat’s stomach.
I can talk to a pebble.
I can discuss world economics
with an erudite earthworm.
I can want cyanide.

I can fall in love. I can fall out of love.
I can have four mouths, and 11 eyes.

I can be articulate. I can be respectful.
I can be middle class at 2.33 pm.

I can declare wars.
I can start revolutions.
I can explore everywhere.
I can go ahead in time.
I can go back into the past.

I can be sensible. I can be illogical.
I can be commonplace. I can be exotic.
I can find relevance. I can find meaning.
I can be original. I can be fake.

I can be anywhere.
I can travel on the back of a bumblebee.
I can breathe nitrogen.
I can barbecue a not so friendly
barracuda underwater.

I can fly with an eagle, and pluck its feathers.

I can be Hitler.
I can be your neighbour.
I can be Pele. I can be Hannibal.
I can be Cupid.
I can be a cow with a hangover.

In fact, I can be what I want to be,
and pretty much do what I want to do.
I am only limited by my imagination,
civility, and budgets.

Thank goodness for advertising.
And thank goodness I can have more fun tomorrow.

mamta agarwal
I wonder Susan why I said no, sounds great. enjoyed

Susan Jarvis
What a career!!! Given this poetic accolade, I wonder why I never chose it. :)

Sandra Martyres
Enjoyed this read Prathap....you do have a very creative streak and an Advertising Mind....I agree with Tom's comment

tom balch
Ha Ha , wonder what you will be tomorrow. Nice read.

Debs
In fact, I can be what I want to be, and pretty much do what I want to do. .........so have fun in being whom you want to be.