I’ve loved you forever, it seems

But you don’t even know my dreams.

What’s in it for me, you say

Why do it when there’s no pay.

You don’t understand

It’s all I’ve always dreamed of being

What are your dreams, I ask

I don’t have any, you say

That’s sad.

I’ve dreamed of putting words

on paper, that makes people think,

to make people feel, to love,

perhaps, to cry.

I’ve dreamed of people knowing my name

Because of the words I write,

and wanting more.

More of ME.

My dreams have kept me going,

when I had nothing else,

but ink and dreams.

One day my dreams will come true, or

Maybe they won’t.

But, at least, I dreamed.