I thought I knew me

Until I was home alone

The secrecy in my doing

Dirtiness in my thinking

There is darkness in me

That I can only reach alone

 

Walking around in clothe-less sleeve

Only my birth day suit on

Hairy reflections in the mirrors, staring

Sound of soothing jams through speakers

Shaking in a way only me would know

To the tune of my favorite rhythm

 

I thought I’ve felt all the self-love

Until I walk from my room to the shower

With nothing on me, but my skin

All this time I thought I was talentless

Till I impersonated Jacob Banks in the shower

Singing to the top of my lungs

 

The comfort of being in own zone

Relaxation in setting responsibilities aside

Replaying old occasions in my head

Thinking deeper than advice could ever reach

There ain’t no moment enlightening

Than being home alone