Maybe tomorrow
Or will it be today
My voice will ring
far and wide
and I will have my say.
I have thoughts and dreams
I have so much to give
I have no empty feelings
and my head is not a sieve.
Listen, that is all I require
Just to be quiet and give me praise
But my bits of paper are tossed out
and they land in the fire.
Burnt; my dreams forgotten
Back to the land of the nothing
Someday, sometime, somehow
My dreams will not be rotten.
They will come alive.
Someday, sometime, somehow.