I wish I were a word...

In a joyous submission, I tread the space
the space in my mind,where i revel always;
the space which marvels at the worth of a word-
Each word so soothing as a melody unheard...

And each single moment,i think to myself-
"i wish i were a word-as distinct,as vague;
as inspiring and powerful, i wish i could be,
For each word is filled with its own duty."

A word inspires thought,that strikes in us a vision
A word bestows form to our unbuilt thought condition.
Words dictate expression of our silent musing
I wish i were a word-with my individuality oozing.

I wish i were a word for then I'd be sinificant.
I'd have limited uses, and still be content.
I can mean different, leaving the context to be blamed.
I can then change my facets, without being ashamed.

I wish i were a word, so the world can see,
how duty is mistaken for infidelity;
how "context" can mould my meaning and my soul,
I wish i were a word, with no rigid role...