A familiar twilight dampness dwells on me,
I wander lost on a path as the trees whisper.
To the monotonous place my feet take me,
When the world will overbearingly silence.
Unaware of compliance, my body moves fro.
How eerie to travel to the same destination,
Yet the path I take every trip is unfamiliar.
Nonetheless, I arrive as my breath quakes.
I sit cross legged at the inviting darkness,
And observe again my distorted reflection.
Without speaking, I hear sneering echoes,
My own voice, from a place I cannot grasp.
A lulling pain hums to me, and I listen close.
My eyes sting as the dirt becomes memory.
The echoes vanish, and my legs come to.
I stand up, and walk home the same path.
Only for it to become unfamiliar yet again.
