If I look back, there is always something so close.
It's a cough, a bug, decay, it's the essence of a ghost,
It follows quite near, year by year, the more I ignore it,
The closer it gets. When I go to sleep at night my dreams,
They seem to vividly remind me of this following "thing,"
The proverbial "monkey on the shoulders," It's quite
Like something that starts out soft, and gets to be mean.
If I look back, there it is again, this thing that follows so close,
If I listened to you, I'd decide not to bother with it but just
Throw myself into this daily routine, this job that we "must do,"
I could ignore it and let it build up, like an itch I simply wont
Scratch, I could pretend it's a mirage, a cloud out-of-the blue.
But do I ignore it?
No, instead...
**It becomes my inspiration...the reason I don't care any more about
Your endlessly building needs or concerns.**
YES **I know you hurt, "you'll die first!"
If I don't reach you in time** I WILL **be "sorry I forgot your pain!"
While I reach behind my own back and rub my own troubles away...**