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I Wish...
I Wish...
that you could see me
that you could hear me
that you could listen to me
and understand
my longing
for someone who knows
what the heck I'm talking about
when I say things like
"I Think I Love You!"
and I break into song.
When I quote lyrics from
my favorite musicals:
1776
7 Brides for 7 Brothers
42nd Street
Godspell
Oliver!
The King and I
The Sound of Music
My Fair Lady
The Phantom of the Opera
Oklahoma!
and so many others
that no one knows about
except me.
I'm
So
Alone.
Just me and
the
music
I
love.
Just me and the bands
I know:
The Monkees.
The Partridge Family.
And people like:
Big Bopper.
Chuck Barry.
I belong to the wrong generation.
If only you knew
How amazing they sound.
Nothing like the
impossible-to-understand
artists of today
whose music is here one second
and gone the next,
lost in the tidal wave of
this generation,
whisked away in the rushing water
of rap music.
I prefer mine,
thank you very much!
And so I sit here
and wait
for someone who knows
what the heck I'm talking about
to come by.
Until then,
I will sit here
and wait.
Alone.
I wish they would hurry up.
Too many people are staring.
I wish...
I wish...
I wish...
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