When I Grow Up Poem by N.K. Trevor

When I grow up, I will grow wings to soar like falcons
To the unreachable edges of this distraught world;
I will fly - or sail beyond the reach of waters and dust;
Beyond the very anecdotes of any legend ever told…
Beyond any kingdom lying on either cardinal side;
Beyond the touch of any frail peasant or Kings bold…
Or slaves, or masters… on wolves or horses, I will ride;
Beyond any enflamed furnace or the dire winter's cold

When I grow up, I will be a master of my very own words
And fashion my very words into lightening swords;
And mold myself into a vanquisher; a victor in wars….
And I will cloth my chariots in flags and sigils of gods
And my horses will breathe fire through their steel jaws
I will be a paladin lord of words, a lord of all overlords
And when I grow up, my words will fashion into laws
And walk- and work to oblivion through the not-taken roads

And when I grow up, I will have made the difference…
I will seek peace beyond the celestial world of stars
And place my ears upon every word of reference-
Words that will recollect humanity to the jilted universe
Like everything else in the heavens which has fond its existence
These words that I have collected over the years will speak to us
And show us a path leading through perseverance and resilience
And when I grow up, I will part of that resilient class
That stood for the art and made poetry; a life's course insurance

And when I grow up, I will take the road not taken
The road less traveled by; And while I might quite be mistaken
Through this unique path that that I have chosen
My mind will: As it is now, remain perpetually open
And I will go to places where I have never been, inside my head
I will be a falcon or a salmon - Anything I want; Inside my head
A Jew or Hebrew or a Roman, and Indian or Persian; inside my head
I will be Black or Caucasian, I will just be anything I wish to be read

For when I grow up and I will be everything or nothing at all
I will neither be anything beneath the ground nor above the sky
I will be a king, a victor, a bird, a wolf or just a mere passerby
But above all, I will be my words and my words will be I
Each and every day, until the day that I die…
I will be a word-smith, to my skin, to my bones and to my soul