Is someone following me?
Is th're a brutus behind me?
Shall that gent eke paunch me?
Shall that gent eke defeat me?
This humour at each moment scares me.
Stops me from reaching to mine own destiny
I am not restful of hiding,
Needeth some rest f'r relaxing.
And findeth what one wak'd fr
Hast did inhale a diff'rent dawn.
I am afraid, so afraid.