Rush Poem by tom thump

as i was writing
i felt a little blow
something seemed to show
a little bit too slow

i looked o'er me shoolder
but culdna see nonna
i thoght it mighta beena dreema
an it mita beena thotta

but just to make sure
i looked over once more
but a slip of my shoulder
must have made my intention clear
because it was gone

so hera i am a vaitin'
lookin and simpli sittin'
hopin and stil vaitin'
hopless litl hopes

look, I made a statement
it does not need a meaning
the fact that you are still here
is all that matters now