To motivate this pen across the page
I scream beside my tongue for dreams of fame,
For dreams I want to live out on the stage;
I wonder if my work is just the same.
"Oh, say my name!" I beg to those who walk
Me by, to those whose eyes avert aside -
You will not look askance when I do talk,
You close your eyes; my friend, behold the ride.
A peach from trees of truth I cannot see,
To tolerate confusion in my mind,
With chaos looking out for art, for me -
When love gives way to hate I fall behind.
To torture me with thoughts of what will last,
This pen is slow, my heart forever fast.