screen man

swiftly losing patience, can't decide a move, pick from the bottom or the left side, i wanna win tonight, i blink my eyes real quick-like, wash away the haze, while i'm blinking quickly, i see the man on screen, he's riding on the phase bar, he thinks i do not see, he's an elevator passenger, bored as he can be, he's the man who lives next door, he's come here to frighten me, he takes out his saxophone, plays those lonely hidden notes, can't speak about this to anyone, this man's eyes are serious, he's the man in my screen, i can not let him frighten me