Watching by Ben Reddish

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~

Poetry from the book, "Scattered Endz" 

About a mental patient daydreaming from within his cell~ 

 

Lyrics: 

I look out my window
and I watch the folks pass by
Some in such a hurry
others they wave and smile 
The usuals now know me
Watch every day, know their routine 

No, being a people watcher 
ain't the worst thing you can be

I saw an angel, 
and she stared into my mind
Glared as if to dare me, 
then through my window 
she would fly 
Gave to me two poppers, 
I quite like the ones with stripes 
I'm not sure if with the light or with the darkness she's aligned

My thoughts then wandered into daydreams
as I'd create things, 
in them hide
Angel, she is nosy, 
into my secrets she would pry 

Did she ponder on and think of we, get lost in thought, caught in a scene, of love, lust, fear, anxiety! 

She walks the halls of memory.
A walk through the prior could reveal a many thing
catch me as a teen in the bath with a magazine! 
See me stick carrots into the ground
I need to feed the devil; he's in eternal timeout! 

I know a place where we can be, alone and talk and time will freeze
This place is one all lovers keep 
But angels too may like it, I think 

I've no wings
I hate this shit 
I just a gosh darn idiot 

I wrapped my arms around me to keep warm and now they're stuck 
If she and I have child, it'll surely be a mut, 
Half angel and half watcher
Like a chicken glide and cluck
lay an egg
A flightless fuck 

I look out my window
and I watch the folks pass by
Some in such a hurry
others they wave and smile 
The usuals now know me
Watch every day, know their routine 
No, being a people watcher 
ain't the worst thing you can be