I wished I had a dial,
That made me cry or smile
And feel like others do,
And made me pink or blue
Instead of white or black
And way, way off the track.
I wished that I could drink,
And act and do, not think.
I wished I had a simple mold
Feel cool, instead of simply cold
Feel warm instead of simply hot
And feel too much, instead of not.
I really must confess
I’d love to think much less
Be lesser of a nerd
And run aside the herd
Alas, I watch and do not do
But fool them all, especially you.
The Thinker
