We all have ideas
Ideals
Things we want to say
And wish we could

Now a thousand tons are weighing down
I starve
I have and I hold
Having only to lose
Trapped in something
I cannot understand
I cannot escape
I'll never master

We all have feelings
Joy and pain
Things we want to explain
And wish we could

I'm throwing darts in a darkened room
In every direction
And becoming angry
When I don't get a bulls-eye
I'm wishing on stars
And numbers
And gods
I'm throwing coins in a well

We all have dreams
We work to make true
Things we want to see
We want to be

I want to be heard
Nothing more
Hello,
I am a poet