I was a boy when in my ears
John Lennon’s songs would cry
Of joy because... he’s talented
And more, has such a heart
So yeah, and only from his voice
Not words, perhaps, I heard
„Oh boy my dear do dare to dream
and once you do, dream big“
My god, John
Thanks.
I needed this
And ah I dared to dream...
Today my life’s far less achieved
And what I dreamed’s untrue
You know, I was supposed to be
Rich, famous, hot like you
And what the fuck’s become of me?
[-An office rat in chains-]
I was a born performer, damn!
How could it go so wrong
I’ve let my dreamy childhood down
And ah, I don’t belong...
John, imagine, if you saw me now
Bit beaten down and bad
John, I am not a hero, how
Could I be anything but sad...
When I, as child, inspired to
Be... Lennon
Just like you
Ah, John, okay, I’ll let it be
Excuse my pain, please do...
________________
And yet, John, I was never wrong
I dreamed and I dreamed big
Guess what, I never failed at all
I dreamed
I dared to dream
And though I chose (?) to not pursue
Fame, fortune, audience, applause
Though I’m not Michelangelo, for sure
Or Ringo, Paul or George
Or Gandhi, or Tenzin Gyatso
And though I have some flaws...
I don’t regret, I don’t feel bad
No, damn...
I think I’m proud!
I did become, all that I dreamed
(and more)
I have a heart!
And I am loved by somebody,
The very best indeed;
Guess what, John, guess how did we meet?
While listening to your songs.
Guess where John, can you imagine...
A mirror. And a child.
I promised as a little boy
I promised and it’s true
You John, taught me to love myself,
And music,
Dreams,
I do.
(28. veebruar 2011)
