Dreamer
Music on the juke box,
Football on TV
No one taking very much notice of me,
Sitting back and dreaming
Of what my life could be
So much to do before I die, and so much more to see.
Thought my dreams were moving,
Could see the light ahead
But chances just keep slipping by, by hopes are clad in lead,
Not feeling so much lonely,
As numb and 'I don't care'
Who would really miss me if I wasn't there?
Plenty more to take the light,
Plenty more to star,
But I can't give up the feeling that one day I'll go far.
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Synopsis
Written while sitting in a pub in Clapham, between scholariship auditions, way before I had any plans of teaching!
Written Spring 1997
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