i write as if i’m a poet
a poet who hasn’t seen it all
who hasn’t done a thing at all

why do they write
like they’re running out of time?
yet make it sound alright
while every sentence rhymes

they’re aware it’s a crime
to let authority out of sight
to stop reaching for the bright
and to let it go without a fight

i think as if i’m a poet
a poet who’s got so much more to give
and a lot of life left to live

i know that i write
like i could run out of time
i just try to be alright
by coping with these rhymes

i know cruel authorities are those to fear
to have as a motive when revolution’s near
that i’ll fall down along with tears
then rise up and repeat for years

i believe i am a poet
of those with so much more to earn
and a whole lot left to learn

got all my life to feel the glory
but i worry when the future tells my story
they won’t see it the way i know it
and won’t think of me as a poet