(Song title from Madeleine Payroux’s catalogue,
by Peyroux, Harris & Klein)
I know I should be famous,
I know I need to take the plunge,
To leap from the edge,
To ride the wind wherever it leads,
To write my stories, sing my songs,
Act the roles, be where I belong,
But I get scared by own doubts,
I tell myself to take the bull by the horns,
And enjoy my fame in all its forms,
Mama says, “Do something with your life”,
Papa says, “Risk the hurt and the strife”,
I say, “Don’t wait too long”,
But still I wait like an unlit candle,
An unturned page,
A roaring fire waiting to rage.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
(Song title from Madeleine Payroux’s catalogue,
by Peyroux, Harris & Klein)
I know I should be famous,
I know I need to take the plunge,
To leap from the edge,
To ride the wind wherever it leads,
To write my stories, sing my songs,
Act the roles, be where I belong,
But I get scared by own doubts,
I tell myself to take the bull by the horns,
And enjoy my fame in all its forms,
Mama says, “Do something with your life”,
Papa says, “Risk the hurt and the strife”,
I say, “Don’t wait too long”,
But still I wait like an unlit candle,
An unturned page,
A roaring fire waiting to rage.
written in 2010
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