Thoughts on a Journey

if i was big, i'd want to be bigger
if i was a gun, i'd itch your trigger finger
if i was number one, i'd number among the
rhythmic robot, i'm ambition, i'm a mission
i'm nuclear fission, i'm forward motion
the darkness is deafening, enclosing
like star wars and indiana jones,
oh, if i was a hero, i'd rattle your bones.
i'd flip on the lights, if i had a second
free procrastination, minutes beckon,
and television's my bed-time story.
if i was news, i'd want you to find me boring
i'm not excitement, indictment, murder, war
but if i was thought, i'd be enlightenment.
if i was ambition, i'd be american
if i were a robot, i'd be sharing it
i'd teach you to crumble and freeze
and feel nothing and sleep without dreams,
but being human, i'll teach you to love
if i were a bird, i'd be up above
where heaven meets atmospheric pressure
and angels i once thought stayed above the weather
actually don't hesitate to get wet, they're
not afraid of the rain,
but my slicker, yellow and plastic
keeps them at bay.
if i was on tv, i'd say never stop moving
because, though this isn't a race,
stopping is losing.