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 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 basicly
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 Ill stretch
Maybe sketch
Take a climb
Sew a dress
And Ill re-read the books
If I have time to spare
Ill paint the wall 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 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 Im older
Mother might just let mego...