It's funny how inspite of knowing you,
I fall for the innocence every time
I am a 'man' of second chances
Finding comfort in the known
Knowing any of you, has been like knowing myself
Or like knowing nothing at all
The wait for discomfort seems to end
And as I walk faster
I feel shadows catching up
Breathless, I keep moving
If nothing else, increasing my pace
I see a shelter that I can call my own
And it gives me comfort to not stay
No doors, and the rooms are limitless
I don't exhaust myself looking for walls
I have lived in rooms with walls
Knowing when to go, knowing how to stay
The moment I stepped out, the sun blinded me
No darkness, the light overpowers, helping me not see the shadows