naivete

i walk in this streets unaware of the people around me..
no thought of darkness.. no worries of hate..
yet as the road turned narrow, so did the cool air turn in a faint breeze..
"where am i?" i begin to wonder..
"what road am i walking?" i questioned myself..

i don't know where..
i don't know where..

i can't blame my feet, for they did not think which way i turned..
i could not blame the road, for they were there long before i came..

it's all me..

just me.