Sleep Walking

Somnambulism Is kind of an art Of walking through A memory lane In the middle of night Waking up in sleep Eyes shut stepping with so confidence Walking in a memory lane Conscious laid to rest Yet steps so straight To the door comfortably made If not an art, why so perfect Only the gifted have tempted It is no sport for everyone So difficult for one to understand So is the artist who even does it Sometimes maybe nature Just thinking it could be - To control it I should learn To fight when it becomes too dangerous