=Watching E=

E is the girl I've been watching,
if watch is the right word indeed.
Her life's quite unexciting,
I wonder why I take heed.

Before you all think I'm stalking
some pretty girl off the street,
I'll have you know I've been following
E since she was a kid.

When she was born, (I'm not kidding)
the world it seemed to be,
came so vast and so frightening,
she cried and I cried in harmony.

Parents, why do they bring
little E's into being?
Is it love or selfish instinct,
these children, they are creating?

E, they shaped and shaping
from sperm and egg to youngling.
Once she's done rebelling,
they resign themselves to watching.

Her life's quite exciting,
they should really take heed.
If she wasn't so smart at hiding,
they might be watching me instead.

Here's E asleep in bed-
pretty flower at night and blooming
all those dreams inside her head,
I steal away every morning.

Now E's awake at dawn-
trampled grass in rain and yawning
window to her world, I'm gone
with a flower picked and torn.

E, they're calling,
angels in white and scorn.
I watch my E crying
tears of red and dying.

Her name is E,
I take her in my arms
A shining light born
from compassion and suffering.

E, they're mourning,
twenty-three in black and Psalms.
Little Eleanor is crying
and I cry in memory.

My name is E,
23 and rising.
The world it seems to be,
vaguely watching over me.