No One Told Me What To Do

No One Told Me what To DO So I just go on Following You But my own words I make into prose and still make mistakes from my toes AS I never said I was a poet And If I was I would not know it I think I listen to just two or three on here That's the same number as my ears (just two will do.. As have checked my ears) So although I write I do take fright As It's you that I really want to hear Not the ear wax in my ear That blocks out all the sounds which could be quite profound Deaf as a post me Not just quite yet.. but what a reality.. The sound of my own silence lingering around DAMO