Contemplating

predicting the unpredictable, if it meant to be it will be, there are shadows, that keep spying on my behind, I look but sound and dusts are at display, wonder who left what where, check my back, no threats lingers but this discomforts my focus, keep gazing but it seem hopeless. This discomfort diss my curiosity, stream of questions, who? what? and why? occupies much of my sane space, now, I mean gates and doors of my yesterday are all sealed. In my mind no question marks stored but this back starring reduces my pace forward, my pulse lowering, this requires my undivided attention, heart beat volume so high, let loose my uptightness, Should I tight laces, but this is not marathon, just a challenge, launched from my fearful foes. Who to ponder? I mean, no one pose no threat. Dining with lions, is in my blood. Who to fear? Smiles that never lasted throughout my back turning? Nor friends who called me besties by day but by night a target? My paranoia gears are surpassing my normalcy dosage, nearing my irreparable contingency... Realise foes, hides in shadows, my shadow, those I know by name and those I share my laughters with. where to rid this shadow, when everywhere everyone chasing something, I mean, required when its beneficial. Fellow beings in my relation circles better than being in lions dens, for the attack knowingly launched but these fellows, stabbing with a numb face, so bad I don't wanna die in silent, wanna take my slayer's names with me to my creator. #Poetic_Ink