I have a dream,
one where I take
a new stand.
One of; dollars spent
and of a girl that draws
a girl under trees.
I have a voice,
that grows gravelly
after hours of sedation
and nights alone on the couch.
to a calando
of a whisper under
that same tree.
I'm ready for step three,
for better or worse, it's
for the better.
I'm no worse. If you'll
still have me, I'm ready
