Someone is there, just out of sight.
I’m growing tired of this affair.
I feel them coming from behind.
I’m filled with such a deep despair.
I hear a whisper in the night.
A voice is lifted on the air.
I turn around only to find
That there is simply no one there.
A bird takes wing in sudden flight
And gives me quite a frightful scare.
Somebody’s thoughts invade my mind,
And why must all the people stare?
Aug. 23, 1984
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