I lay still in a room, with dark caress,
Why is it gloomy in this old school press?
Even with a lady so fair in front,
Why can I hear this hideous taunts!?
My mind is drifting; my thoughts seems fading
Yet now it’s back, for a joke has risen!
Everyone laughed and could not believe,
What a joke it was, aye, we were all deceived!
Perhaps that action was just in order,
For most of our heads were along our shoulders!
Now I guess we’re all back to our senses,
Thought my heart still lies, lacking in presence!
A shout soon follows, a laugh then comes,
Our discussion is alive yet still so numb!
A reporter now enters as the little girl leaves,
Should I just keep listening or should I try to breathe?