Who's there

Who's there in my mind
knocking, tapping and banging
my brain to insanity
and fills every corner
intruding and dancing and caring not

Who's there in my heart
that it turns and tumbles
that it's never grounded
that it pounds heavily and hastily
that it's never obedient
Who's subjugated it?

Who's there in my life
that my feet listen only to my desires
which have ironed my master plan
my eyes feed no more the brain;
just the heart
which is in darkness wrung

Who is there in front of me
that has zigzaged my path
which my baby fingures straight hath drawn;
that I see not before me
for the elephantic shadow lays on me
and I caress the ground