When Will My Life Begin?
7 AM, the usual morning lineupStart on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all cleanPolish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine upSweep again, and by then it's like 7:15
And so I'll read a bookOr maybe two or threeI'll add a few new paintings to my galleryI'll play guitar and knitAnd cook and basicallyJust wonder when will my life begin?
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and bakingPaper mache, a bit of ballet and chessPottery and ventriloquy, candle makingThen I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climbSew a dress!
And I'll reread the booksIf I have time to spareI'll paint the walls some moreI'm sure there's room somewhereAnd then I'll brush and brushand brush and brush my hairStuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'And wonderin' and wonderin'When will my life begin?
And tomorrow nightLights will appearJust like they do on my birthday each yearWhat is it likeOut there where they glow?Now that I'm olderMother might justLet me go...