Seven o'clock, I wake up and it's light outside
Quick, I sweep, the house must shine
I wax, I scrub, I tidy up and I chase away the dust
I clean every cupboard
Until seven fifteen
Then I read a book or even two or three
I add a few colors that only I like
Then it's guitar, knitting, cake, and sometimes
I wonder where real life is?
Afternoon means puzzles, darts, and cookies
Paper mâché, ballet, checkmate
Pottery, puppet theater, and candles
Gymnastics, arts and crafts, rope, and Pascal wows me
Then I reread my books, I dream of adventure
I add some color, it's missing, I'm sure
Then I brush, I brush, and brush my hair
In this prison where I grew up
And I wonder and wonder and wonder and wonder
Where's real life hiding?
And tomorrow night the lights will rise
Because it's my birthday
What will that summer evening look like?
I'm older, I should be able to go