I want to be a space ship
I want to be a glass of water
I want to be a nightstand
I want to be a cherry tree
I want to be a deck of cards
I want to be a low tide
I want to be a reoccurring dream
I want to be a freshly painted wall
I want to be a spelling bee word
I want to be a fingernail moon
I want to be an unmade bed
I want to be a parenthese on a page of periods
I want to be a flat wooden water ice spoon
I want to be a pair of new cotton socks
I want to be a chocolate chip
I want to be a library card
I want to be a nightlight
I want to be a padoodle
I want to be an icicle hanging off a roof
I want to be a smile
I want to be a trampoline
I want to be a bare foot

i want to be an acorn
i want to be a library ink-jet printer
i want to be a blue mochila
i want to be a pocket note book
i want to be a vending machine bag of pretzels
i want to be a mouse
i want to be a colonial fleet viper
i want to be lost kitten flyer
i want to be a photo album
i want to be a DVD set commentary track
i want to be a crack in the pavement
i want to be a pair of slippers
i want to be a myspace profile
i want to be a mac computer
i want to be a banned poem
i want to be a thumbtack in a bulletin board
i want to be an unabridged dictionary
i want to be a pool diving board
i want to be a spyglass
i want to be a black manual typewriter
i want to be a post it note
i want to be a signpost on the Champs Elysées
i want to be an autumn sweater