I see

A stupid dog

I almost feel

An angry hand

I listen to music I cannot stand

Then

I make excuses

For

What is the use of watching

Reflections

Die in the sand

I hear the sparrow humming

I hear the drumbeat

Coming

I fear the likelihood of it repeating

I look to the sky

For an unseen hand

While I’m eating

Eating

Eating

Just to halt the movement

To frighten the land

Though I’m a believer

I know the Earth’s round

I can hear the alarm, ringing

However,

It isn’t the singing that alarms me--

Maybe

It’s just the sound

I feel like I’m right

But maybe

I’m just frightened of a song

Sometimes

I feel like a person

Who fear’d the hoof beat

Holding the drum

Perhaps

I’m just a blind man preaching

Needing to be rightened

That’s just wrong

Maybe the world isn’t going to Hell

When

The world

Is just teaching

Maybe it is I

Not singing along

Like ages of new things

Pages

Torn from a tree

The old things are just versions

Of visions

To be

So, no

I am not troubled

By everything

I see

Just as the world

‘Aint troubled

By someone

Like me