Hooks

This is from the point of view of a problem or a puzzle that enjoys tormenting someone. It was finished, but then Sam Hartburn (correctly) said it needed more of a resolution, so I wrote a middle eight.

You’ve got a problem tonight
You’re spinning your wheels
With the hounds at your heels
And fields full of fires to fight
I’ve got my hooks in you, you’ve got a problem tonight

And how could you sleep in this heat?
While the gas-lantern flickers
And silhouette figures
Dance in the sounds of the street -

No, you won’t be sleeping tonight
You turn and you tumble
And fruitlessly fumble
With louvres that let in the light
I’ve got my hooks in you, you won’t be sleeping tonight

There’s not much to do but explore
You probe without purpose
At featureless surfaces
Feeling for windows or doors

But you’re going nowhere tonight
You scratch and you scrape
As you try to escape
From a cell that’s been sealed up with spite
I’ve got my hooks in you, you’re going nowhere tonight.

I’m waiting for something to snap
I’ve watched your progression
From care to obsession
And stress to the point of collapse

And you call to your friend and you try to explain
That you’re in a predicament triggering pain
And the bugbear is shared in the end

You’ve both got a problem tonight
You’re spinning your wheels
With the hounds at your heels
And fields full of fires to fight
I’ve got my hooks in you, you’ve got a problem tonight