EPTI'm creeping and inching...
Closer and closer I can hear breathing.
Thump, thump, thumping
perhaps I hear blood pumping?
Something is below me.
Behold what I see.
Reluctant, perhaps shy?
Don't be afraid, it is only I.
An onlooker, a passerby.
Feeling estranged I wish to grow near.
Upon looking closely I can see fear.
More importantly, with greater haste.
On with the mission, time we can't waste.
Still obscure and nothing said.
Deeper I prod, I'm now in your head.
I think and ponder, what to write as an author.
Settings and roles to be determined.
Plot and ending decided by my spending.
The climax is soon to start, so now I must depart.
Quietly I float, nothing to see.
Let's keep it that way, please let me be.
