Didn'T Know I Was Dead

Why won’t you answer me When I say your name? You simply stand there Like we’re playing a game. I have so much to tell you A great story you should know You cannot ignore this So let your listening ears show. The story I’m about to tell Is simply one that’s true I wish you would just look at me And hear this right through. I’ll tell you this tale Whether you listen or not It began early this morning While I was out on my trot. I was running on my usual path Down the street not far from here Everything the same as always Until I saw one lone deer. It ventured out into the road Stopping in the middle of the street The traffic didn’t scare her away As she munched on the grass at her feet. You’re not paying me any attention You keep looking away The story’s almost finished now I’ve got a little more to say. I saw a truck approaching The driver blaring the horn The deer didn’t move a muscle It gave the truck a look of scorn. The driver had no other choice Than to swerve off to the side He chose to go up on the sidewalk And I had nowhere to hide. The truck was headed my way And I completely froze in fear Everything grew loud and intense Screeching tires were all I could hear. The last thing I could see Was the deer still in the road Then I rushed right home to see you And also bear you my lode. You see my story was great About how I came out alive Though you’re not even listening Like you don’t care if I ever survive. Will you just say one thing to me Don’t ignore me anymore Don’t pay attention to the doorbell I will go answer the door. Again you are not listening You just walk right on by I told you that I’d answer it You know I would never lie. Now, who are these people In black suits looking grim They don’t notice me at all As you show them right in. They don’t answer my questions Or even glance my way Wait, why are you crying? What on earth did they say? I listen to them again They say I’ve hit my head The doctors tried everything But they say that I am dead. No, this can’t be true Their words are plain fiction Yet you still cry in your hands Unaware of my affliction I don’t know what to think As I scream your name once more You never look or answer me As the guests head for the door. I think back to that deer I remember seeing the truck It all happened so quickly Did I even think to duck? I remember seeing a bright flash And the world faded to black The next thing I knew I was lying flat on my back. I guess I do not recall How I managed to get home It just sort of happened I don’t think I even roamed. Their words must be true I guess I’m really dead This might very well explain All the pounding in my head.