At Last (2003)

Alone at last;
Door shut, window shut;
No sound without, no one about;
Roar of plane or train as far as stars.

Yes, free me.
I’m my light, I’m my song;
Pencil-might etching on.
Think a win, write it in.
Alone at last, I’m strong.
Yes, free me.

Mistakes? I make them.
So many. Hell yes!
Just like a scientist,
Trial and error, trial and error,
Over and over, over and over,
Get it, get it…………… it!
Until I spell——–Success!

I’ll be the judge, thank you.
One is enough, and I am tough.
Yes, this is the height:
Alone, a pen, all’s right!

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