What’s that in the mirror
or the corner of your eye?
What’s that footstep following…
..but never passing by?
Perhaps they’re all just waiting.
Perhaps when we’re all dead,
out they’ll come a-slithering
from underneath the bed.
Look at you, glorious Pond. The Girl Who Waited for me. I’m not a hero. I really am just a madman in a box. And it’s time we saw each other as we really are. Amy Williams. It’s time to stop waiting.
I don’t even know what I’m nervous of!
I’ll s h o w you