I want to be a doctor. i want to be a vet. I want to be what the universe doesn't know it needs yet. I want to be a firefighter, albert stanley Right now i'm gordon ramsay When the letters stop comin, when the jury comes in I want to be a straight line I want be present for the shrill chime of my verdict A guard in a white uniform, a sixteen year old not home I'm perched on the pavement clutching a phone Galvanised by the knowledge that I'm alone Learning about straight lines A billion people with little x's for lives A billion people joined in a collective sigh When I emerge and roll the boulder back i'll be much bolder and tactful too. The slate will be wiped and i'll start anew. I'll be a straight line I'll be present for the shrill chime of my verdict