I’m a leader on this stage No bit player like the rest Forget production lines and pin-stripes Early mornings and working nights Office politics, strikes and aunt sallies And bosses with small brains and big bellies. Nobody knows my name? So what? Patience! My hour is on its way. Success, like a cape, Shadows me, for I’ll do such things - What ever they may be, I don’t know yet, That history herself could not forget. These city streets I walk are mine Free as the painted faces of pedestrians, Or the hour by the tower struck, Or the future, my palimpsest Writ bold with great and glorious ambition, If only I can get the earth to listen. |