Always Here

Tucked away from the world in my nook.
In a spot one would never think to look.
Beneath iridescently textured threads.
I sit solemnly all but dead.
Light impeded by these masses.
Alone to think as time passes.
It is dark out there, beyond this place.
Similar to the shadows cast across my face.

Let the music guide you.
Move to the beat.
Turn up the heat.
Just dance, dance, dance.

Commence Operation Evolution I say,
~Chiko...