Was somebody there? The Foureyed Poet.
Was that a whisper in my left ear
surely not or I would be going mad
could not shake that feeling
somebody was right behind me
why did I decide to walk this way
how my body felt like wet clay!
Turning quickly nothing was about
walking on it was a bright morning
the only sound my laboured breathing
just then came to a fork in the path
did I see a figure hanging in a tree
glancing again there was nothing to see!
Another faint whisper sounded in my ear
yet still nobody was anywhere about
fretting now which path should I take
disorientated in an unfamiliar landscape
then a tap on my shoulder I was scared
for this day I was not at all prepared!
What seemed like hours passed slowly
never for a second feeling all alone
the path widened out heard traffic sounds
awakened me from this weird daze
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