I'd like to be a Champion, but what's a girl to do?
When I start to talk of fighting I get nasty looks from you.
As if it would be better if I stuck to making rhymes,
Doing quests and knitting socks, just to pass the time.

You say I'm good with compromise and communication, too.
I'd like to be a Senator, but what's a girl to do?
You tell me not to get involved with politics or laws
Or the intricate criteria of generating cause.

You ask me where I'm going (when you let me lead the way).
And when I get there twice as fast, you've got nothing to say.
I'd like to be a Ranger, but what's a girl to do?
Of all the lands within the realm I've seen more than a few.

I'd like to be celestial, but what's a girl to do?
So I guess I will be happy if I'm just a star to you.

...

Nah. Screw it. I'll be all these things AND be happy too.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 495 AF.