Pondering in a Secluded Space Poem by King Reynolds Lyrics

No reason to leave my spot.
Secluded. Scheduled.
The daily routine.
I am comfortable.
As time goes by.
Thinking about my goals.
Flashbacks
in nineteen ninety six since
I discovered the calendar.
My tunnel was dark,
as if candles were blown out
by the whispers of my lips.
Actions muted
oral communication skills.
Now I can see the light.