How do you fix something
you don't even know is broken?
There's a rattling.
It's been going on for a while now;
Started out as something imperceptible
But I can hear it now.
Matter of fact, it's gotten quite loud.
There's a rattling sound.
Got so used to it over the years
That I'd quite forgotten it was ever there.
But I can hear it again.
It's gotten quite loud.
Loud enough to hear
Above the buzzing of the crowd.
There's a rattliing sound.
And what it portends
I fear
Is that somewhere, something is broken
That I just can't seem to mend
Where it lies hidden, veiled and unseen
But this awareness,
This thing I've been trying not to feel
Is all I can think about.
It's become only too real.
There's a rattling tho'
And I can't put my finger on
The cause of the noise
Or tell where it's coming from.
But I'm certain in full
Not in seeming or in part
And it's a certainty that haunts me
Like the tell-tale heart.
And there's this damn rattling
Way down below
And it's chipping away
At my self-control.
Meanwhile that piece that's been broken
And just can't be found
Has me losing my mind
As I wander around
Searching in vain
For that rattling sound.
