I always wanted to be a someone To climb those mountains that no one had stood on To tell the world that I'd take it all on - my shoulders Maybe a writer of books that made me A name in papers that would acclaim me The greatest writers would meet to name me - genius I'd cover canvas with solid colour Until they'd say that there was no other And old Picasso, he'd call me his brother - and friend I'd build the bridges, the ships and the towers I'd be Frank Lloyd Wright with Brunel's powers And I would think of designs for hours - each day But they ignored my greatest writing They scorned my painting and said it was frightening Told me my buildings would fall to lightning - and rain Soon they were saying that I was a failure That I'd never make it, I should be a tailor Or failing that try the sea as a sailor - of boats So let others paint now, their touch is lighter Some other author can become the great fighter I'll be content just to be a writer - of songs And some will love them and others will hate them And I'll just hope that someone will rate them And maybe some day investigate them - seriously