Brain Game
Eyes shut tight. Dark. Darker. Nothing in sight. It's eerie quiet. The brain dislikes. Zooom....where's the light? Nop, still pitch dark as 2 p.m. at night. Okay, then...let's think. Who's the hero? The brain scratches itself Wait, what's that sound? Oh breathing in.... breathing out.... Tinging sensation on the forearm...hey, what's that? I think deep, deeper With no torchlight, I seek where's the hero? Dark, darker, a light through the cracks revealing truths in the lightest corners heart pumping blood moving breathing in... breathing out... all in rhythmic verse No magic potion, no fairy dust Just one determined step over another. And the hero within me to the outside world is only separated by the skin.