i am a fly on the wall. i call, i call, but you hear nothing at all, at all.
i am the spider under your bed. i heard all the things you said, you said. all the angels overhead and all the voices in your head. i should’ve lived in the closet instead, i should’ve built a better web.
i am the bird in the tree next to your room. i sing at sunrise and i sing at noon; the afternoon. spring should be coming soon. and as the days grow longer, i extend my tune; my tune.
i am the squirrel along your fence. your lifestyles don’t make sense; any sense. living on the edge is intense. where the heart is deeper, and the love more dense.
i am the ant in your front lawn. i hear you sigh and i hear you yawn; all day long. it won’t be long until i pass on; i will pass on. it won’t be long until im gone.
i am the moth at your night light, the glow of the lamp heals any fright. mom gave it to you so you would be alright. if you have sight, you’re alright; sleeptight.
i am the cloud that floats away. the one that rains on your parade.
i am the star to the right. i shine bright and see you each night; each night. and each wish you make, each wish i take and send into you the minute you wake. no need to thank, each wish is fake; each wish is a mistake.
i am the eyes you never rest. i am your stomach trying to digest. i am the lump inside your breast.
i am the one that knows you best.