Once

A careless dreamer I was
now I don't care to dream,

A nomad, once I was
follower is what I choose to be,

A drunk poet I was
the poem is now true to be,

A deaf singer to a tuneless heart
I, now, am a mute listener


Once I was
Once I am, now


dream I still do, but only of you
feet they wander only to you
the only poem true,
I listen to the tear drop tune(like the bow sailing over violin stings)


Once I am
forever I want it to be