Dylan Harris

English 1 Pre Ap

April 10, 2015

 

A Name I Wish to Change

 

Dylan was the name I was born with,

And I wish to quickly change it,

but my name is here to stay.

Forever wrapped around my loved ones tongues

as it gags out those elastic words

when they call upon name.

 

I wish I had a name like John,

Maybe Alex, Jack, or Michael.

Or a name somewhat unconventional

that makes everyone shout

as I lift the night off the ocean.

 

I could have a mystical  home

that’s supreme to all the others.

Where my freedom burrows deep in the ground,

or into the fantastic depths of space.

Exploring into the starry sky,

And venturing towards a brilliantly breathtaking black hole

who eats the stars around it.

 

This is what I want.

I wish to be exotic,

Somebody who no one could ever dream of.

I want to be an unpredictable rocket

that could blast off any moment.

 

But I feel I’ve overcome these dreams,

which seem a bit far fetched.

I can already study the science of the stars

with a humongous, flawless, luxurious, telescope

whose great eyes can see the deepness of the heavens.

 

Maybe one day those dreams will come true,

but I’m sure I wouldn’t notice the difference.