As long as I can remember 
Something or the other has troubled me… 
I’m a worrier 
Musing over… 
Voices in my ears 
Feelings that exacerbate and soothe my fears 
Things they never see 
Things I know and don’t 
Always something worrying me… 

And so I’ve spent most of my time here 
Searching for answers 
Finding a clue here a clue there 
Never a lot 
Always, some bullshit slice 
Was all I got 
But the thing that worries me most 
Is the fact that… 
I possess the answers I seek 
I have the master key 
And yet that crucial lock 
Is somehow eluding me 
And I wonder what and why 
As I gaze into the serpents in the eye 

All those “ships” flying around on the “rock” 
The Soufriere encounter 
Not the scales under 
Then who… 
If there is nothing parked in the tunnels 
Then whose are they? 
Who else flies yellow and the red at night? 
If not the relative under 
Who is responsible for my “sight”? 
A whistle and a bang 
And the kid is gone 
Cavorting with the outlanders 
Till the approach of dawn 
If they are so feared, so revered… 
The scales under… 
Who or what is the other? 
I know who does, who doesn’t have the answer 
Something about those invisible bees 
And my young arthritic knees 
You don’t understand… 
I’m a worried man 

Ayndria 
The grand master 
The detail queen 
Fingers on every move 
Feeling every heartbeat 
Every errant move 
I don’t control when and how 
And that’s my biggest problem now 
If I refuse to play 
The game her way 
And the shadows start ghosting 
A lot of innocent pieces 
Will start falling 
She doesn’t scare me 
None of them do 
Vice versa 
But there is that one “feel” 
That one entity 
It’s not Lucifer 
Not my mother 
It’s unlike any other 
Three maybe four times tops 
I’m wary 
Very, very… 
That one damn “feel” 
Troubles me greatly 

Gotta form new alliances 
Reestablish an old one 
And I can’t find Daun 
Worried about that 
Ayndria’s due back 
With reinforcements 
Worried about that 
Spooks and kooks 
Worried bout that 
The skies are falling 
Worried about that 
I’m living in the viper’s nest 
Without a hat 
Worried about that 
Discovered a new tool 
Pretty damn cool 
Not sure what it does 
Worried about that 
Would love to go home 
Where the mermaids roam 
And the ash is like dirty foam 
Christmas maybe 
May not make it down or back 
Damn worried about that 
We’re approaching critical mass 
Fast… 

You can only cover a falling problem for so long 
Before the crowd hears the sound of the gong 
And… 
Eventually somebody will come 
To right an alien wrong 
They’ve got family 
Someone, something somewhere 
Will miss… 
The odd looking visitors 
And the grandiose hospice 
Eventually somebody comes knocking 
Guns a blazing 

Eventually some band of, lets say Lacerta 
Or some “thing” similar 
Makes a move topside or down  
To evict the long time squatter 
And my feel is 
Not much longer… 

And someday the “watchers” here 
Decides it is time, one plus one 
Equals Billy boy caged or on the run 
Someday 
A doorway reopens 
And something comes back to claim 
A son… 

Someday soon 
All or one or none 
Yeah, I’m a worried man 

I’ve seen the future 
It’s not pretty 
Hunters closing 
On him and me 
Once the blood starts flowing 
It’s a one-way road to 
Wherever you’re going 
Once you start killing 
Adrenaline pumping 
Once you activate the shadow eye 
It is do or die 
It’s addicting 
And life altering 
And it thrills me on one hand 
And on the other 
I’m a worried man 

And somewhere in the back of my mind 
Somebody has invested a lot 
On both sides of the fence 
Somebody won’t let curiosity fuck it up… 
And this or some nearby year 
May go down in history 
As the year 
The stars touch your camouflaged shores 
Permanently, visibly and… 
The end game 
Matures 
And some people may have to make a stand 
It’s the only borough 
Connected to the mainland 

Yeah I’m a worried man 

When the circle closes 
Somebody wins 
Somebody will lose 
The end game 
Bound to provide 
A whole lot of blues