Allow me

Crawling is not the word

I sneak while hurt

I search to find light

West or East I don't know

If I follow but where too

Don't even try and answer me

Silence is better in this case

Lead on where ever 

I don't really care

Walking becomes a norm

No compass for direction

With snakes I slither away

Can't catch that's true

I will slip through finger's

Need to be somewhere

Can't tell where exactly 

All I know is I have to go

With or without you

Follow me then will murder you

It's true need to be alone

Without you I strive

Unto the sky I imagine

So wish I had a friend

With bees will fly together

Danger within sounds

It will protect my heart

Never touch or brake me

Walking becomes a norm

Allow me 

Slondile Dlamini