Seven AM the usual morning lineup
Start on the Chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shineup
Sweep again and by then it's, like, Seven-Fifteen
And so I'll read a book or maybe two or three
I'll add a few more paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar
Paint, 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 ventriliquy, candle-making
Then I'll stretch
Take a climb
Sew a dress
And I'll reread 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 my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep 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.