7 AM, the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep til the floors all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then its like 7:15
And so Ill read a book
Or maybe two or three
Ill add a few new paintings to my gallery
Ill play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?
Then after lunch its puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then Ill stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb
Sew a dress!
And Ill reread the books
If I have time to spare
Ill paint the walls some more
Im sure theres room somewhere
And then Ill brush and brush
and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place Ive always been
And Ill keep wanderin and wanderin
And wanderin and wonderin
When will my life begin?
And tomorrow night
Lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year
What is it like
Out there where they glow?
Now that Im older
Mother might just
Let me go...