Dawn

Dawn Small in mind Short in time Thinking someday I will be someone Dreams pictures in my head They seem right there A paradise of images lies Inside my head Dead the moment they touch my tongue The page The world Aging on The time grows long No one am I They rise so high Doing my dreams with ease No one I dream to speak Change the world with words of a speech To write bring beauty upon the page Or the stage No one Not a word slips out Not an head turned and the insects notice not my words The song sung deep in my head Clumsy a brute its only grace the expression of pain Scraping along the page Not a dream come true Pictures fade The moment they're made The dream gone Pawn