I find myself roaming
through an alley
through a park

Western sky is still gloaming
almost sunset
almost dark

My walk is not hasten
I’m not worried
I’m not scared

My mind should be chasten
never spoken
never shared

I’m watching the shadows
growing long
growing tall

I wonder what if he follows
behind a tree
behind a wall

Will I get ambushed
by a stranger
by a foe

Will I get punished
because I ran
because I fought

Or could turn a situation
of such danger
of such heat

Into vast exhilaration
with pure passion
with pure greed

So I walk down the grassy meadows
into the woods
into the dark

In search for even deeper shadows
I might encounter
I might embark….