The Hunter

There's a life residing in me
From a long, long time ago
And I welcome this discomfort
How it comforts, oh
She was pure Alaskan hunter
She was made to bend that bow
I can picture her inside me
So excited and terrified

I learned to swim when I was five
I nearly drowned but I survived
The point I'm driving at:
Experience is edifying

There were untold signs of intrigue
Nemorensis and the bough
Sеcret wood we hung suspendеd
And offended all
Is my distaste of this body
Merely penchant for the past?
Or will deeper introspection
Reveal secrets in present tense?

I tried it on, it just made sense
A fever fueled by fancy dress
A lifetime questioning it
Am I simply second-guessing me?

Am I second-guessing me?
Am I second-guessing me?
Am I second-guessing me?
Am I second-guessing me?
Am I second-guessing me?
Am I second-guessing me?