I dream -
Of finding content in a blue sky,
Of dancing when the clouds cry,
Of climbing so many hills,
Of finding love's thrill.
I wait -
For seeing a colour I have never seen,
For smelling the wet soil damp against my skin,
For feeling the hard rock of mountains high,
For knowing there is one I will always stand by.
Yet I know -
My eyes will never see,
My nose will never smell,
My skin will never feel,
And my heart will never know.
Because -
This is the room
I have come to dread,
And this is the bed
Which is welcoming my end.
