Mine will be a child's poems
About kings and mice and cheese
Asking for a book to help me along
I was going to make a copy
Of a story I once heard
But these words are from my own mouth
Reading the words off the screen
As the music fills my ears
Hope and nothing?
Hope and stars?
Really?

Is there more to come?
Could I make it mean something?
About God or life or dreams
Questioning each word as it appears before me
With furrowed brow and small smile twixt chin and nose
Now that you explain
Do I understand?
Oh my soul