Topic: PARALYSIS
PARALYSIS
Seemed genuine, even somewhat flattering,
Can't say it didn't feel good to hear it.
Get up there again? clenched teeth chattering,
Paralyzed by fear, I'm not going near it.
CHORUS: Call it a compliment, call it just praise,
He thought it would be great if one of these days,
I'd perform it for others, play this new song,
I'm afraid, I just can't, so much is so wrong,
Seemed sensible enough, a chance to help out,
Can't say I won't, but won't say I will.
I might say I can't, but there's really no doubt,
Paralyzed by fear, had more than my fill.
CHORUS: Call it a compliment, call it just praise,
He thought it would be great if one of these days,
I'd perform it for others, play this new song,
I'm afraid, I just can't, so much is so wrong,
Seemed justified, turned my back to his need,
It wouldn't take much to lighten his load.
Possessive possessions, possessing my greed.
Paralyzed by fear, head down, cross the road.
CHORUS: Call it a compliment, call it just praise,
He thought it would be great if one of these days,
I'd perform it for others, play this new song,
I'm afraid, I just can't, it just seems so wrong,
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Something to give or something to share,
Both the same thing, asked to give of myself.
I might be put out, I might have to care,
Paralyzed by the fear, an unfinished song back on the shelf.
CHORUS: Call it a compliment, call it just praise,
He thought it would be great if one of these days,
I'd perform it for others, play this new song,
I'm afraid, I just can't, it just seems so wrong,
I was playing a snippet of some music I'd put to another poem to my brother recently, and he went into "people need to hear this" mode. I don't play in front of others, and honestly can't imagine ever doing it ... even the thought of it terrifies me. He came back at me with some nonsense about obligation, which just made me feel worse. That's the background of this poem , which should be readily obvious.