My Future

My pulse thrums to the beat of a song;
I learn the lyrics and sing along.
And the way a rhythm takes over my soul
Comforts me in a way you don't know.
'Cause while a poem forms in my brain,
Someone somewhere is going insane
Because they're trying to write the words
That are far more advanced than my small world.
I can't picture- I can't believe-
That maybe one day I could acheive
Being them and writing a song,
So for now I'll just dream and sing along.