I always wanted to be a someone to climb those mountains that no one had stood on to tell the world that I take it all on my shoulder maybe a writer of books that made me a name in papers that would acclaim me the greatest writers would meet to namend me genius I covered canvas with solid colour until that sayed that there was now other and old picasso he’d call me his brother and friend I’d build the bridges the ships and the towers I be Frank Lloyd Wright with brunause powers and I would think of disigns for hours each day but they ignored my greatest writing they scourned my painting and said it was freightning told me my buildings would fall to lightning and rain soon they were saying that I was a failier that I’d never make it I should be a tailor of failing that try to see as a sailor of boats so let others paint now theire touch is lighter some other author can become the great fighter I’ll be content just to be a writer of songs and some will love them and others will hate them and I’ll just hope that someone will rate them and maybe some day investigate them seriously