Imagine a sound
that follows you around,
there in your head
(especially in bed)
always all day
work rest or play.
It's tinny - high pitched
's like being bewitched
and won't go away
what ever they say
...whatever they do
its like part of you.
They say use distraction
or some strange contraption
or the telly might work
(but that drives me berserk)
the radio might cover...
but no music lover
I think I can say
wants music all day!
I really must question
this audible indigestion;
this wailing banshee
I can hear but not see
that lives in my brain
and drives me insane!
When it all gets unfurled
it might be the world
humming a tune
to its mate the moon
or the winds in the tree -
singing to me
or the whole universe...
...no that'd be perverse!
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