no one will ever be praised for
a claim to blame

there is a quiet breeze
outside
it rustles the leaves
at the tops of the trees
outside my window
i can hear the train
bustling
while those around me slumber
dreaming of the dreams
i knew of only days ago
for years long now
i have found my way to the home
inside my being

i don't know where you sleep now
but i am claiming the fame to you