I hate the sound when no one's around
And I'm left alone with my thoughts
The dreams I've dreamed, the schemes I've schemed
Memories, melodies and melancholy
These are my companions when I turn out the light
Emptiness, loneliness and insanity
These are the friends with whom I spend each night
My old compadre the night has turned his back
on me
Now in the wee hours he haunts, taunts and torments
me
With pleasant fragrances, friendly faces and far
away places
Yes I hate the sound when no one's around
And I'm left alone with my thoughts
For that is the time that I must truly see me
G.S. Evans
3-20-93
