Knock, knock, bam, knock, BAM, BAM, pound; the picture frame is nailed to the wall so it wouldn’t fall down from the walls flexing from the hitting, rattling and shaking. BAM, BAM, knock, Ahhhhh the yelling from the next room over from mine. The music is shaking the floor and vibrating the walls from the sound system beneath my room. Ear plugs and pillows over the head to muffle the noise. Bam, pound, pound, Bam, knock, shaking, rumblings all around. It’s just another night of no sleep. (Bruce Springsteen – My Hometown)
So, I move myself to the couch from my bed and sit for another night of watching the fish swim around in the tank. (Bruce Springsteen – The river with story) The bubbles rising from the filter as I sit there and watch the sharks swimming around, Rainbow sharks, Albino, Bala, and Siamese all working together in harmony chasing the bubbles as if they are playing a game of tag. Bam! Bam, bam, bam, knock, pound, knock, pound, pound, ahhh the yelling continues; the music is shaking everything around me, but yet within all the chaos I’m still. Pound, pound, pound, bam, knock, bam, knock, knock, pound, bam, ahhhhhh. The fish swimming around the tank are diving in and out of the stones, castle, and treasure chest chasing the bubbles and each other to see which one will be first through the wall of bubbles coming from the pirate’s treasure chest. The songs playing over and over and over from Journey, Hootie, Aerosmith, Bruce Springsteen, Meat Loaf, Chicago, Reo Speedway, Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, Billy Idol, John Mellencamp, Dave Matthews Band, Crosby Stills and Nash, Tom Petty, and the Eagles, to just name a few, I know by heart. Over and over and over. Keep the wheels turning with that landslide; and turn the page, as I try to find my way out of the hotel dreaming of the Southern Cross as I won’t back down, because I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.
Bam, bam, bam, knock, pound, knock, bam, pound, pound, ahhh, shaking, rumbling, pound, pound. The bubbles are rising steadily from the filter as the sharks swim around. It’s all becoming a personal orchestra playing a crazy piece in a symphony of my controlled chaos. There I sit watching the fish and bubbles for another night.