Here I am running
From nothing
Scared of all the known
And all of the unknown.
With blue surrounding me
Tunnels in every direction is all I see.
Something becomes habit just around the bend,
Running till no end.
And right there,
As it starts to become to much to bear.
A door bolted on the wall,
Strangely small.
Open it is what I do,
A new way to run away from the ghost that says boo.
Negative response is what it seems,
Blinding light coming out in streams.
A face shows,
That shines through the light and glows.
What it wants I have no clue,
But in a silken whisper it says "he's not for you."
