Dark Rooms

I might be wrong in thinking That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms Dark wombs Even darker tombs sinking further down to a heated core, a hellish home My body, at last. As for me, I'm Tumbling through the ether Always with confidence in believing that I'll continue falling in and out of life's stories and affairs The story of life on earth I have been so many, or so I think I think therefore I am I have been the hunter and the hunted I've been predators praying for victims Been prey, praying for escape I've been asleep for a long time and I don't doubt I'll be born asleep and blind yet again But I do hope that I'll continue on and progress in this, the season of early awakening God forbid I be set back by tragedy Colored confused by trials and traumas I might be wrong in thinking That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms Well I might be wrong.