Was I not a poet,
I would have been a painter,
Expressing my poetry with words as my colors,
And emotions as my sacred art.

Was I not a poet,
I would have been a soldier,
Unable to choose a pen but a sword,
Writing the battlefield in the shadow of blood.

Was I not a poet,
I would have been a lover,
At least, I would have been able to communicate a little,
Conveying emotions without the aid of ink.

Was I not a poet,
I would have been a musician,
Playing with the keys,
To make people dance and whirl.

Was I not a poet,
I would have disappeared,
Into a world forsaken by the divine,
With no soul of my own.

~Yukee