You walk down the sidewalk,
In your head to imagine a cyclops,
Lurking around the corner.
It watches you,
But you know it isn't true,
You imagination is just not right,
Wondering away into the dark night.
You hear footsteps,
Coming from behind,
Or maybe in front of you,
Maybe your just going out of your mind.
You keep walking,
The night creature stalking,
Mocking,
You.
You start to grow frightened,
Scared even.
The footsteps growing louder,
Your heart pounding against your chest,
You just cant put the strange feeling to rest.
You turn around the corner,
What do you see?
Nothing.
Just a few trees.
You keep walking,
hurrying home.
You go strait to your room,
The strange feeling gone.
You glance around your dark dwelling,
You start to imagine the sound of someone yelling,
Not sure what to do,
You close your eyes,
and drift off to sleep.
Hoping it was nothing,
Knowing it was something.