If I could create anything
what would I make?
What one thing could satis-
fy me?
Is the answer material?
Could it be more ethereal?
Like a worthwhile, well fed des-
tiny
Oh Genie, don't tease me, there's
lots that would please me
like say writing the finest sym-
phony
But were it just a wish, something so
simple as this ——
would you be the genius
or would I?
The genie's
the genius
he said in reply
However, how-
ever you put it
you're just on a ride
To see such
a life
one so filled with pride
While a typical wish
its pleasures
can't be denied
No Genie, I couldn't, I
wouldn't like that
Much better you give me
a sword
And I hope you would please
give an answer to me, without
needing a wish to
occur
For you said but a ride
is it all it could be?
Or however you put it
I heard
And if to explain would really
be such a pain
Forget any blade
I must know
Ha—ha-ha
ha-ha-ha, the
genie laughed low
You're trapped
and before you is
simply a show
You can look, but
you see, there is
nowhere to go
Nothing you could
create, no that
couldn't be so
If I hear you correctly
are you really expecting
I believe an insult of this
kind?
You may be of great skill
beyond any mere man
but even with my size of
mind
Am I not a piece that
must be accounted
even in the plants don't you
find?
The potential that you your-
self do not possess
this old, hand me down
life?
It's for you
I grant wishes
that is quite right
But before you
confuse the
dark and the light
Know you can do
nothing but
measure your strife
But beyond that
there's no knowing
so here is your knife