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
Copyright © Benjamin Haycook | Year Posted 2008
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