I wonder

A Poem by Matt Cabazal

I Wonder

When I grow up and fail in life,
I wonder if there will still be light.
Will April still march November?
Like dreams; forgotten forever.

Will I ever see the blue sky
With all these towers of papers?
Can both my broken wings still fly?
Like an innocent man in death row.

When I'm faded as a stormy noon,
Will tomorrow come to me soon?
When my pages are stained with dirt,
Would you read it until it hurts?

Will I ever hear children's voices?
Bills and taxes up in my ears,
When Christmas does not bring me joy,
Just see the stories through the years.

I wonder how it will play me.
I wonder when it will kill me.
Like a kid in a playground or
Like a dead man asking for more.