Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
A single lullaby that only I alone can hear
A melodic tune going on and on and on
If it didn’t sound so sad then it would be a lovely song
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
It almost feels like dread and then it feels like fear
The tune is persistent running through and through
If only it would go away maybe it will just go boo
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
If only this sound could go dissipate in a poof just disappear
The music so enthralling perhaps or maybe not
For some it could seem so enticing and therefore hit the spot
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
Does this have to continue for a day, a month, a year
This melody which is now becoming such a bore
In my ears it appears to get louder, I can almost hear them roar
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
If you listen carefully, come forward or come near
The sound of the music is changing growing louder by the minute
But then it changes to a softer sound almost mimicking a linnet
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
If you watch closely enough, rolling down my cheek is a tear
From the distance you may think you can hear a hymn
But then again this might not be, as the sound appears now dim
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
I can feel myself heading downwards, moving into the atmosphere
With the music changing course, into a ballad perhaps
If this does not stop soon, then you will soon find I will snap
Watching, waiting, whispering in my ear
I wonder is there time now for me to go and get a bottle of beer
Or even a glass of wine as I settle down for the coming night
Perhaps, maybe, eventually, the music will go and all will be just
right
Copyright: Page Alexanda March
2018
