NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN

I have such grand thoughts
That are lovely to me,
But nobody wants to listen.

Can I be so wrong 'bout my heart's myriad songs,
When nobody wants to listen?

Could I have evolved from some alien race
Of some other time or some other place?
When I look in the mirror my face is your face,
But nobody wants to listen.

So I sing to myself,
Put my words on a shelf,
And hope in some space in
Some life I may find,
An ear and a heart
From some kindred start.

Oh, so long we'll both speak, smile,
And listen.

March, 1996
June