Disquietude
John Samaras
Stepping out of element
Hung up on what you said
When the walls are closing in
Sometimes you need a breather
Tremble at the slightest touch
It’s such a pretty little ruse
You’ve got me hanging by your noose
I met a surly old man
He grabbed my arm
And began to say
“Silence is my name
But now I’m talking to you.”
It was the only vow
He couldn’t break
It’s such a pretty little ruse
You’ve got me hanging by your noose
I don’t know why I feel confused
All my thoughts are torn askew
