Screen Man

Swiftly losing patience
Can’t decide a move
Pick from the bottom or the left side
I wanna win tonight
I blink my eyes real quick-like
Wash away the haze
While I’m blinking quickly
I see the man on screen
He’s riding on the phase bar
He thinks I do not see
He’s an elevator passenger
Bored as he can be
He’s the man who lives next door
He’s come here to frighten me
He takes out his saxophone
Plays those lonely, hidden notes
Can’t speak about this to anyone
This man’s eyes are serious
He’s the man in my screen
I cannot let him frighten me