Walking through the
the perished land that's hazed,
foggy mist accompanies you in a trail
a trail that follows and plays,
mimics you, how it has no worries
how it can not cry like you, die like you...
the mist roams free only controlled by wind
sit on a stone, shoes in dirt,
a problem that has no effect,
not even the slightest
and it seems like a dream for moments,
like you really escaped reality,
but the walk home brings you closer
to responsibilities, family
friends, enemies, jobs.
is the walk worth it?
should I stay here in the forest
forever......until the end
and with the path never taken,
all sense of time, reality, sanity
are gone.....in the forest.
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