Maybe a brass doorknob learning the twists in people's lives by the swirls on their skin
or maybe the knocker resting above, watching people beg to be let in.
I could be a cloud, resting in the sky
Or better yet, a bright red bird, daring the clouds to fly this high
doors? clouds? birds!? why would you want that?
wouldn't you want to be noticed?
not in the remotest.
i would want to be someting only avhievable with massive amounts of caffeine
something like a dance or a sense of humor or that feeling you get after you put on sunscreen
i could be the teen queen of a tangerine submarine in the brightest blueish-green, hunting for sardines!!
i could watch from my sunmarine as the people played on their trampolines
and throw tangerines at the men discovering the slot-machines
And then on Halloween, i would stroll onto their elite putting green dressed as an olive bean and teach them how to play the tambourine. 
or maybe the knocker resting above, watching people beg to be let in.
I could be a cloud, resting in the sky
Or better yet, a bright red bird, daring the clouds to fly this high
doors? clouds? birds!? why would you want that?
wouldn't you want to be noticed?
not in the remotest.
i would want to be someting only avhievable with massive amounts of caffeinesomething like a dance or a sense of humor or that feeling you get after you put on sunscreen
i could be the teen queen of a tangerine submarine in the brightest blueish-green, hunting for sardines!!
i could watch from my sunmarine as the people played on their trampolines
and throw tangerines at the men discovering the slot-machines
And then on Halloween, i would stroll onto their elite putting green dressed as an olive bean and teach them how to play the tambourine.
