When Will My Life Begin
Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
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, seven-fifteen
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe two or three
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, its puzzles, and darts and baking...
Papier-maché, 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  re-read the books
If I have time to spare
I'll  paint the wall some more
I'm 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 I'll  keep wondring
And wondring
And wondring
And wondring
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...