Oh, why am I being a fool,
Dreaming and dreaming and
dreaming,
About something I could never be.
Oh, why do I
think I can write,
When so many are failing.
And I believe
I've got the guts to succeed,
When I know how my heart
cries,
When I read yet another rejection slip.
Oh, why do I
think someone will ever bother,
To read the message in my
story,
That I've sweated blood and tears to write.
Oh, why
don't I realise that my skin is thin,
My eyes squint and my
bottom flat from it all,
And I've never earned a single
penny,
For the efforts of my thoughts.
Oh, to be a writer!
Posted: 2007-07-01 13:10:55