I’m out here in the desert
It’s dry
I’m thirsty
But there’s no water
Far away I can see your well
How I wish I could drink from it
But I can’t reach it

The birds are drinking from it
But I’m here
I feel lost
I’m doing graphic design
But I keep on writing
They call me de poet
And I want to be their poet

But what about you mama
How do you feel about me
Are you proud of me as a son
Can I be your poet mama