Tower

Tower I'm in my castle tower looking down on you fools don't granite feels so good on skin... did I tell you about my tower? did I tell you there are flowers in cracks... tiny little flowers where birds distracted dropped gifts carelessly on my bower But I'm in my castle keep looking down on you saps I won't look to the left in case I see you there and weep I won't look wistfully down at the waving grass or hare I'll be looking the other way not be looking at the ground It doesn't allay irrational fear Because you may look back I won't pretend to see you... looking surreptitiously at me here Actually I don't really care a cool breeze fills my ears it's moving my careless hair as I observe you minions there It's made of stone you know it's roots dark and deep inaugural stones were laid by some ancestor long ago I'm relatively happy now despite the quiet and still I'm standing on my keep secretly wishing you would go