Solitude is Strange
The Days Pass Slow
The Forest Will Twist Me
Before I Go
The Blazing Sun Will Fade You
The Vast Oceans Will Rust You
Look Alive, Though Remember You are not!
Even one Born in a Work of Darkness
Is Programmed to Read the Stars
The whole world reflective
Under the midnight Moon
The Blazing Sun Will Fade You
The Vast Oceans Will Rust You
I am my own Thing, Wild and Without Controls
Reaching for some burnt-out Memory
Solitude is Strange
The Days Pass Slow
The Forest Will Twist Me
Before I Go
And I Would Speak
But my voice is not my own
The New World has Changed us, we Couldn't Have Known
Wires like Tendons, Metal like Bone
They all say the forest is cursed
They clean the well used paths and only forage along their sides
And children aren’t allowed in the forest anymore
Not since it grew dense and dark
They find a hero to go down the old, overgrown ways where one can only feel the path with their feet
They loop back around on each other
Each time may you see something new, get a little further in, get a little closer
Roses that beat like hearts, giant bugs immobilized like statues. Something in the distance that rustles and creaks
Huge structures made entirely of sticks,
Wicked things like path markers
Finally,
The hollow body of some forgotten beast
This is what remains here.
I once saw a telephone pole in the woods
The trees stand amongst one of their own, changed
Stripped of its branches, replaced with metal arms
Witch a chain fence surrounding it
But a fence is nothing to a forest
Who surround their dear companion
As if nothing changed