I often am longing To create a poem about nothing So beautiful The meaning is everything But I'm here in a time How can I be timeless? Lost in a place When I want to be everywhere
Its only foolish want Foolish greed Foolish desire Foolishness To have a world in your palm And want the universe To have a song in your head And want it on the radio
I often dream To write something so magnificent That anyone in the world Can understand And the lines Are always changing To blend in with changing times And changing demands
Its foolish want Idiocy Its lack of understanding And maturity To not realize If I write something That means something to someone else Its the same as meaning something to everyone else