Do you hear the scratching tapping?
That keeps you awake
when you are napping?
Do you hear the rain?
The wind howling,
it calls my name
from far away
to carry me out to sea.
Do you hear it?
Can you switch it off?
Then you are lucky!
For I can not
When I was younger
just a child
naive innocent mannered mild.
I could fly
Way up high
Above the buildings in the sky!
When I flew I saw many things
Of people past and what future brings.
But now I'm tethered earthly bound
with both feet stuck upon the ground.
Scratching tapping doors unlocking,
whispering voices crowded flocking.
Searching reaching
trying to find
a way to reach
my troubled mind.
Then they take on cryptic meaning
a message or story while I'm dreaming.
So I listen closely to what they say
and look for signs along the way.
Do you hear the scratching tapping?
Whispering voices
and doors unlocking.
DO you switch off or find it shocking?
I wish I could
I really do
But think that I have work to do.