I'LL BE FOUND

Who would listen to me?
Oh not you, I am sure!
Would your friends lend an ear?
Or your neighbours next door?

Who would hear me proclaim
All my thoughts and opinions?
Who would be my dear friend,
My fanatic, my minion?

I have no one, you see,
And am widely unknown.
For my seeds in this world
Have not yet been sown.

I have tried, yes, and failed,
But I will try again.
I'll keep on 'til I triumph,
Or 'til I'm wholly insane.

The world must hear me someday,
I'm sure of it now.
Though I don't know the date,
I do know I'll be found.

- 18th January, 2003 -

(End of poem)