Fear seems to abound my mind,
As I walk past this dark lane.
So dark, I feel as if I'm blind,
Oh! it's driving me insane.

As I continue to walk,
I can see some dark figures.
They want to have a talk,
but, the rising fear triggers.

In a haste, I try to run,
For I hear their footsteps grow.
I try to escape each one,
and the complexities they throw.

But there in my way, ...