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Walking through the night sky,
I'm forced into this midnight blue maze of bewilderment
but I know not the way out.
I try and I try to find
what's around me, which I thought I knew,
but now I don't.
Chirping crickets roar to life
even though they hide during the day
like my never-ending fears.
My mind begins deciphering
what the sound is in the bush or behind my car,
where the shadow behind me is coming from,
why I feel eyes on me,
how suddenly it's not just my footsteps.
My mind drifts to the news
of people creeping in the night
as footsteps grow louder and louder
as my heart pounds louder, louder, louder still...