Not A Dream

I would not leave this earth

To come back again

I would not fly to the moon

Nor go back in time

I would not want to be anything

But the mother of my children

I would not want to be taller, or fatter, or shorter

I would not want bunions or bad teeth

I would not want to be able to walk on water

Though I would love to fly

I would love to know other languages

And instruments

I would love to wake from this dream

And know it's not a dream