I Could? A tribute to self doubt

Isabella Santoro

Anchor Staff Writer

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I could build a skyscraper of dreams

And you’d tear it down, floor by floor

I could make a home of happiness

And you’d burn it down, with your fire of sadness

I could grow a garden of hope

And you’d pick every flower out

I could travel a city of freedom

And you’d trap me in your world of repression

I could fly across a cloud of fresh starts

And you’d drag me down to old habits

I could walk a forest of calm

And you’d chop it down, your axe of anxiety

I could run across a field of possibilities.

And you’d cut down every one of them

I could swim an ocean full of love

And you’d send wave after crushing wave of hate