Nobody

 If you could choose
 into being a body
 that changes every
 bit of space without
 understanding where will 
 actions go, where will 
 deeds lead, where will
 it all grow. 

 I would rather be nobody,
 if my heart is full of blossom. 

 If I could choose
 into being a nobody 
 that creates flowers, 
 rainbows, and snow
 with a smile 
 and a handful of work,
 passion, and love. 

 I would rather be a body,
 if my heart is in need of color.

 I could rather choose.

 I would just gaze into the sky,
 and let it all invade my soul,
 into the freedom
 I can only live 
 in my most lovely dreams.