SINGLE. SOLITARY. WORD.

i changed the world once.
it was a beautiful thing.
in two moments the whole planet
was tied up in string.
and everyone believed
and everyone called out
the earth shook with their madness
it was the end of all doubt

I sailed the sea once
it was the first time for me
for forty-seven days the whole ocean
was at my command
and everybody saw it
and everybody sighed
they all thought i'd forget that
but it was I who had tried.

I made my own dress once
it was covered in lace
the kind that no one wears anymore
my name sewn into the back
and everyone laughed
and no one would wear it
but i never asked them to.  it was my dress.
and it was a beautiful thing.

i woke up once
covered in flowers.
where on earth did they come from?
ah! they grew from my skin
and everyone awed
and everyone picked
a flower from me in the morning
and who could blame them?

I cried once.
that is entirely untrue
I've cried so many times i've lost count
the tears and my cheeks are inseperable
and everyone has seen
and everyone remembers
they've wondered how to respond
and nothing comes to mind.