#Woody #Strictlymakinmusic #Scotland #Stirling #scottish #Poet #Poetry #2020 I feel lost Lost in the moment Lost in the music Lost in my mind Trying to make up my mind What Ill do with it When i eventually find it Rewind and remind What point have your eyes If your blind to it? If my mind was a maze I'm lost in its haze Chaced by a gaze In the Ever changing the mist The Walls change too Im sure You get the gist Least you think you do But it's so strange, Theres a shape With cape of the dark on Just in the corner of my eye It's like a spark There Then gone I try to run, But it's always there following me Leading me in Back to its lair The skin on my back feels his stare Scared rising the hair Cant see his face it raising my pace He enjoys the race The chace The hunt It's his chance to be a cunt It's almost a dance "Run run run No way out Only in" A shout from him I feel his voice within Shakes my core choices I take Lead me to a door, Hurry Not time to worry What is in store, I walk in Its him he there the other side of the room, I keep still and so does he All the smash glass on the floor, With this feeling as real as touch That you've been here before, The wait is to much You start running and so does he This bull man, His horns and crown of thorns We clash with an all mighty crash And it shatters the glass He is me and I'm hunting my self I'm lost Lost in the moment Lost in the music Lost in my mind Glass cut feet All I can hear is my heart beat But I was never here