A hat in the way
A wig in my face
The hair whispers to me
"Boy, you're not in place"
I hop on my chair
I stretch my thin neck
To see but through a rise
And the fall that comes next
I am but a speck
But an ant in gods garden
I stutter, slowly retreat
"Sorry, I beg your pardon"
So sun
Let me see!
Let me sneer
Through the air
But the world
Is pitch black
When I
Walk here |