Could I? Could I ever hope to master the words which flow effortlessly from my fingertips?
Can I dream? Can I fantasize that I will one day be renowned, and, there will be no more pink slips?
I believe in the words which come from within me,
I believe that in them is a message struggling to be free...
I shan't hold my breath, the competition is too fierce,
Still the idea is so strong, that my soul it does pierce...
Any time the words move me, I am their instrument,
Often, their intentions seem to be Heaven sent...
It matters not what critics might have to say,
My workings of the word is here to stay...
If I am only known by those who appreciate my style,
That alone is enough to sustain my determination for a while...
If fame should only come after I have gone from this Earth,
I will yet rejoice that I was able to from a thought, create a picture of worth....
Can I dream? Can I fantasize that I will one day be renowned, and, there will be no more pink slips?
I believe in the words which come from within me,
I believe that in them is a message struggling to be free...
I shan't hold my breath, the competition is too fierce,
Still the idea is so strong, that my soul it does pierce...
Any time the words move me, I am their instrument,
Often, their intentions seem to be Heaven sent...
It matters not what critics might have to say,
My workings of the word is here to stay...
If I am only known by those who appreciate my style,
That alone is enough to sustain my determination for a while...
If fame should only come after I have gone from this Earth,
I will yet rejoice that I was able to from a thought, create a picture of worth....
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