Warm sun,
Wakes from slumber...

Pitter patter pat,
Wet droplets knock on rooftops...

You deeply yearn just for a night,
To have reality vanish...

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...