The Forest
Stuck in your world of old and new
Vines and roots creeping on to your skin
Webs stuck on your shimmering locks
Running from what you already know
Contemplating hopes and fears
The forest full of memories
Faces of friends and foes
The fog draws near
Engulfing everything in sight
Run to the top of the hill
Viewing the world from above
Lamp posts burn brightly
Looking for the light to guide you home
Searching for a new perspective
Hoping for piece of mind
Safe and sound beneath the weeping willow tree
