Why hast thou come again?
Why must you rapture the listless?
I have little to gain
From one such as you.
Borne of past life
And trying to take present life for itself.
You have taken from me
Too many hours, and too many days.
I am watching you shadow my world
And wondering if you can be stopped.
I tap my fingers,
Biding my time,
But I realize I haven't much left
If I do not act.