I walked up to a person, he whispered in my ear
He said: “hey, lady, come over here.”
He lead me towards a strange place and I decided I would follow
It was a small tunnel, where the darkness seemed to swallow
I started getting nervous, like there was something to be done
But then again, in a fight, he would have won
So I decided to keep going, trying not to look back at the pack of people swarming around
The tunnel seemed to lead no where, only into the dark
But then I finally saw a spark . . .
I was nervous still, of course, wanting to turn around, but I followed the man into a room
I just hoped he didn’t lead me to my doom
Inside the place, there sat a writer, writing endlessly with a pen
I looked down at her papers and what I saw was strange, I could’ve sworn it was the exact turn of events, but then again . . .
No, it was my situation– she wrote down everything just as it happened
Even my process of thoughts . . . then she turned around with a cat in her lap and
All I could think of to say was “h-h-hey . . .” and it seemed like this was the right way
I looked back at the man who lead me, but he was no where to be found
I decided I’d stop messing around
So I asked the writer her name, and I found a dilemma . . .
She said her name was Jemma.