I'd
build a ladder rung by rung
and
see that it was strong
It
was the purpose for which I'd given
to
struggle my whole life long.
A
thousand nights I'd pondered on it
till
it became my hopes and dreams
And
a thousand hours I've wagered still
of
the string to tie those seams.
But
what string ties my hopes so high
and
makes me never see
that
worlds of people pass me by
not
caring what I could be
They
only see what I am now
someone
caught up within
And
wondering often vaguely still
if
she'll care to speak again.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998