I Wait For the Day
Why has this become so hard?
have I lost my touch?
I feel as if my mind is barred,
I hope it is not so, but I fear as much.
Some day I hope to be bought,
in your local book store.
I will provoke in my readers, thier thought,
and show them this is what I lived for.
I'd like to teach threw that which i write,
show people that which I've seen.
As for now, I type under my light,
and try to make this more than a dream.
9/1/09
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