10 Jun 00 - 04:52 PM (#240893)
Subject: In Hiding
From: Amergin
Just thought I'd share one of my chordless wonders....
In Hiding
He sits on the couch, staring out the window
Longing to breathe in the fresh air
He hears the birds sing, through the glass
Taunting and twirling in the air
The breezes blow through the trees
Chasing the sun rays across the lawn
The cats chase each other among the leaves
Wondering where the other has gone
He watches the clouds travel the blue sky
And walks across the carpeted floor
He touches the doorknob and turns it
But finds he cannot open the door
Chorus:
He hides from the world, hides from the truth
Escaping into his books, into the internet
Afraid to rediscover the world outside
Afraid of finding the hidden threat.
He watches the children play their games
At the house just across the street
Running through the two sprinklers
Soaking themselves to beat the heat
He hears the lawnmowers whirring
The blades chomping cutting down the grass
Two kids toss around a football
Flying up and down as it gets passed
Birds dance upon the power lines
Jumping up to begin their glide
He hops up and runs to open the door
But finds he cannot go outside.
Chorus
He watches as the bees pollinate the flowers
Prancing among the petals, singing
The ancient folksongs of her people
Accompanied by the sirens ringing
The roses vibrate in the draught
Petals reaching up with each gust
The squirrels play among the branches
Acting upon each thought of natures lust
The bluejays croon on the highest limbs
Composing its songs, filled with pride
He opens the door and steps onto the porch
Something tells him he still must hide.
Final Chorus:
He hides from the world, hides from the truth
He cannot cope with the feelings inside
In concealment he watches the seasons pass
And with his thoughts he does abide.
Amergin
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