Creeping forest, trees lying low
It’s calling out to you, but
Stabbing and scratching when you come near.
Its shady arms engulfing you,
Surrounding you, succumbing you.
A net, a trap to digress you from your path
And keep you here, forever m’dear.
It’s foggy lanes, trippy paths,
Keep looking down, don’t fall in their trap.
All you need are your stealthy steps
Which won’t tremble and knees won’t buckle.
Keep your eyes low, boy! Keep your eyes low.
Don’t let them enchant you
And keep you for themselves.
Keep going ahead, keep walking don’t stop!
Or you’ll be left back
And made to wander among these woods.
Lost and miserable
To the point of hallucination
Where, you will be left with dreams
To freedom.
~k~
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