I’ve loved you forever, it seems
But you don’t even know my dreams.
What’s in it for me, you say
Why do it when there’s no pay.
You don’t understand
It’s all I’ve always dreamed of being
What are your dreams, I ask
I don’t have any, you say
That’s sad.
I’ve dreamed of putting words
on paper, that makes people think,
to make people feel, to love,
perhaps, to cry.
I’ve dreamed of people knowing my name
Because of the words I write,
and wanting more.
More of ME.
My dreams have kept me going,
when I had nothing else,
but ink and dreams.
One day my dreams will come true, or
Maybe they won’t.
But, at least, I dreamed.
