I remember once when I was conversating,

and I was waiting,

for the person's ignorance to wear out

 

Because I realized,

with new found real eyes,

that even wisemen have their doubts

 

Would you think that Tigers,

were sweet as cider?

Even when they seem twice as low

 

How come we never notice,

we're stuck in a moment,

that's as wonderful as Van Gogh's,

 

'Starry Night'?

Now I know everything will be alright

Because I finally understand that everybody is a glistering star in an inky sky

As we wait in line

Searching for a chance to shine

 

Eventually, our time will always come.