Someday, someday I pray
Music to make, players to play
Transform me into a Player Queen
My picture shine in a magazine
I want to be a Star, sing so fine
Respect, pleasure, admiration mine
Is it just their high? their own music move?
Or do they really like the way I groove?
Riddled with doubt, it isn't fair!
To wish to know the Magic so rare
It's hard to play when confidence fails
"Come on sing now, sing of tales"
Working the words, trying to make them rhyme
Selling my Soul for some Stage Time
I talk of illusion, I know make believe dream
Which fades away in the morning steam
Dance in my spot light, proud and true
Sing of acid, burning through
Make believe dream up in smoke blue
(#rockband #singer, #fadeddreams--i wanted to be in my cousin's band sooooo bad, but it never really worked out. ~19.12/78, 16 yrs)
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PoetryWHAT'S NEW: pictures! I finally figured out how to add an image for each poem featuring the fabulous pics of Dean Hyers--he really has an eye for artistic photographs. I am adding them as fast as I can. (7/2024) This is not complete--not until I get...
