Trick of the Eyes

That shadow in the corner
No one else sees
Is just waiting for the moment
To surrender me

The shelf that moves
Without any warning
Is practicing to kill me
Early in the morning

They place a hand
Slightly on my shoulder
Saying gently
I should grow to be older

It's just my eyes
Playing tricks on me
They seem so real
These things I see

That flickering bulb
For the stairway light
Wants to lead me lost
Somewhere in the night

The hard to open
Cold shower curtain
Tries to push me under
That's for certain

They say the hands
Lurching for me
Are just the branches
On a moving tree

The sweet venom voices
Apparently in my head
Is just my mind
Ready for bed

Sleepy eyes
With a wondering mind
Is just right for chaos
They say so kind

My mind is young
But it tells no lies
These aren't just tricks
Played by my eyes.