I wish to be a writer,
Be the bestseller of the New York City.
Published by the Posh House Of Books,
I want my book to be placed in front of the stack.
I wish to live in a cozy writer’s apartment,
And type words all day on my MacBook…
Sip Starbucks and smoke hash while I think of the next,
And also think about my instagram look.
I wish to have the blue tick with my name,
I want to travel and live with all that fame.
Signing copies wearing the best outfit in town,
I want movies to be based on stories I drawn.
I want to write and write,
I want a brain with humor and desire to type.
Laziness is my flaw and I hate to admit!
But I wish to write novels- pages after pages.
I want a cool book cover,
I want Crosswords smelling of my published books.
I want bloggers posting about my write-ups
I want instagram posts of good things with my book.
I want my book on the major bookshelves,
I want people to be crazy in love with what I write.
I want to meet JK Rowling and visit Hogwarts,
I want to see things that is happy and bright.
Backpack along with a MacBook, sufficient Pot and money,
A cool writer who travels – Yes! That’s what I wish to be.