I’m Not Ready Yet
Lie awake and stare at the ceiling,
I wonder what might be next,
I await the return of the of that feeling,
I wonder if I might be hexed,What if I die here?
What if I die here?
What if I die here?
All alone,When I’m not,
Ready yet,
This is not my time,
No, not yet,Here it is another unexplained twinge,
A will o’ the wisp under my skin,
Write it down in case I die in my sleep,
Write it down for my next of kin,What if I die here?
What if I die here?
What if I die here?
This can’t go on,No more doctors, no more pills,
Purge my self of my own ills,
No more doctors, no more pills,
End these things before they kill,‘Cause I’m not,
Ready yet,
This is not my time,
No, not yet,
I can’t stay this way any more,
Not any more.
Williams, 1999. Released on CD Rumble (2004). A possibly apocryphal tale of hypochondria.