African choir,
Pat their small drums in rhythm...

I sense something has altered within me,
Perhaps for the better, maybe for the worse...

Gnawing at my mind forever,
Never recoiling from view...

Look outside quickly,
Do you see that shooting star...

Left to live alone,
Disconnected from the world...

Jubilant skies morph,
Into foreboding blackness...

I am a fugitive stranded on a desert island,
Having been blinded from direction of all paths...

Consistent drumming,
Instruments shyly humming...

I don't want to face it, not one bit,
There's nothing that I need to admit...

Beyond the shadows lies a creature so horrid,
That all who hears its sinister name spoken...

All is still, too motionless, as wonder creeps...
Standing in awe, taking a glimpse of the effects...

I felt my blood rushing through my skin,
Something was going to happen...