Knocking Knocking, itās neither here nor there. All I hear is knocking both there and here. Who the hell is knocking in my walls, what do they want, why must they knock my walls. They knock and I knock back, the knocking stops and then comes back, the knocking knocking knocking never stops. Iāve searched here and there for this wretched knocking and every where I am I here it knocking. Itās close and far, left and right, I cannot track the knocking ever out of sight. Why is it you knock at me, bring me to and fro, I search for you and you knock no more, but as I listen not for you, you go a knocking,, here you go anew.














