Staring Poem by ken van

I sit here writng in my little book
you stand behind me trying to get a look
but not in the book
Inside of me

Wondering what does that kid see
What does he think
While you stare you dont even blink
Afraid you`ll miss something
Something odd anything at all

Well, here's the message
take the call
I mean, quite staring
your thoughts im not caring
I'm still be here writing in my little book
and there you'll be trying to get a look