Seven a.m. the usual morning line up
Start on the chores and sweep till the floors all clean
Polish and wax do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then it's like seven fifteen (7: 15)
And so I'll read a book or maybe 2 or 3
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically
Just wonder when Will My Life Begin
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy candle making
Then I'll stretch maybe sketch take a climb sew a dress
And I'll read the books if I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere
And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering
When Will My Life Begin
Tomorrow night
The lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year
What is it like?
Out there where they glow
Now that I'm older
Mother might just let me go
