The Me I Wish to Be

The me I wish to be.

The me I wish to be, I was
But just for a bit.

It was fun, it always is
Albeit short,
It's still a lark.

Being the me I wish to be.

Fleetingly in a bus,
On an ocassional sunset.

Sometimes in the rain
Very often in the pain.

In a stranger's eyes
In the unwise of wise

In the guise of a friend
A lover on the mend.

Once in a while
I get to be
The me I wish to be.

And its always fun
And sometimes raw
Bit sour on the tongue
Bit soft on the paw

The me I wish to be
Invariably outshines
Me.