Followed by the sun
are my thoughts of darkness
and leaving home
My body not full grown
but my mind is that of a wiseman
For I have seen
and expierenced things
far beyond my years
I have spoken words
from a mouth with independence
yet undecided
Still fearful within my night
I awaken short of breath
Running
escaping
Nightmares containing monsters unseen
and shadows eerie enough
To kill.
My thoughts...my words...
My mind.
Still not enough
To turn back the times.