Slow she walks, with her eyes closed, into the darkness. She doesn't need eyes to see, ears to hear or senses to sense, what dangers lie ahead.

Here walks a focused girl, in a straight path, numb to distraction or the people around her. 

Straight she walks, to her path of destiny, drawn to it like a magnet.

She's a fragile juggernaut, but nothing can stop her.

Like a fly attracted to a zapper, drawn to the light.

She skips her fate because she's colour-blind.

So she's drawn to darkness and walks alone in silence.

Slow she walks, as whispers talk, here lies a tale of a sleep-walker