Written & performed by Dawon Davis.
A few of the ensemble climb up the box wall to drop a mic to Dawon. He recites the text with everyone still, watching the box, listening to the man they can’t see.
Born into a world where it seems that no one sees you
looking for a mother
looking for something, someone
searching, seeing nothing but darkness
spiraling black strobes that blind me
or at least I think so,
then I realize it’s just the darkness deceiving me... again...
it seems as though I’m trapped Here
I don’t know how long,
I don’t know what for,
but in Here, stuck, nickel and diming for survival...
Free but not Free,
stories told and untold,
and this was designed by someone who was metaphorically speaking on the unseen...
but why speak on something you can’t see let alone control...
what did I ever do to release a fate like this upon me...
well I guess it was being born cause that’s how long I’ve been here
17 years of living in the unknown
(this system, for before I was even born)
But time is forever and I guess that’s how long I’m going to be here
so I better get used to it...