Catch 22
When forever finally comes to town, not sure I want to be around
when it stands outside to knock upon my door.
I’ll hide inside, not make a sound, turn out the lights,
get on the ground, lay in the darkest shadow of the floor.
And if forever’s not deterred, no worry I’ll plan for the worst.
I’ll wait it out, I’ll stock up every shelf.
I’ll let forever knock all day and hope it finally goes away,
“don’t answer” is what I’ll sit and tell myself.
And if forever starts to pound hard on the door to knock it down,
I’ll stack the furniture up high and deep.
I’ll nail some boards, I’ll brace, I’ll wedge.
I’ll cross my heart and make a pledge that –
“While forever’s there I’ll never sleep!”
For in the end, I know I’ll win.
I’ll never let forever in, nor ever let it have its’ way with me.
And I’ll not step outside again. Yes, can’t you see I’m bound to win.
Forever locked inside... is where I’ll be.
