Panic of a Maniac
Rat tat tat tat
The tapping of my pen
Quietly I sat
Tick tock tick tock
Goes the clock in this den
Quiet but not calm
Hassled in the head
Unusual for one who is normally full of such sweet charm
The silence is like thunder
Yet another day I wish I could have just spent in my safe bed
A sense of panic
Have to get out
Everything right now just seems so manic
A butterfly that needs to be set free
Need to take a stroll a walk about don’t want to have to shout
I feel a need for some change
Turn over a new leaf and try to start again
Maybe a new job could go work on a range
Travel the world in a submarine
Ideas whirl in my head like a hurricane
Are these thoughts the result of too much loneliness?
My own fault always tried to live in a fairytale
Expected too much should have wanted less
Can’t help being a bit of a misanthropist
There seems to be nothing but hail
Most of the time solitude is perfect
Time to think, be and just do as I please
Recently this vision has been wrecked
How? Loneliness was idol radiance but too much of anything can make one ill
Just put up with this feeling be content with a cup of tea
Eventually I’ll do something big
Emerge from my lair
Not going to try too hard, I’m not one to dig
I’ll fit into society without even thinking about it
For now I remain hassled hiding behind my hair
Perhaps I’m just thinking about things way too much
Making a problem causing a fuss
If I did something new I’d come out of my hutch
I wouldn’t notice the silence and the sun would come out
Going to get up and go I’ll catch a bus