Forested Path

Hidden alone by a world of green,

An invisible entity that walks free

Undetected and overlooked

Small, insignificant, nothing compared to the big world

Small against trees

And microscopic against mountains

Who would notice such a thing?

Dark and damned,

left alone with no guardian angel.

 

By becoming one with nature, do we lose ourselves?

As fear slowly fades and paranoia leaves?

What happens when we let our guards down, leave our backs turned?

 

The survival rate changes, the soul undergoing metamorphosis

A dangerous pull leads the pathway to fate

Death; rescue; freedom; harmony; lost; alone; scared;

 

But maybe it becomes something else entirely.

The hope that dangers and fears are no longer a problem

Hope that with each footstep brings another step towards being free

 

Then there's the flip.

A child of the world, running away

Has yet to grasp the reins of life

With no one who cares, with no one to notice

Is there a wonder this child ran away?

A small little thing that society never noticed

Takes a step to getting out and losing their self

 

Trees that stand up to the sky

Surrounded by a green camouflage

A river nearby giving navigation

No matter how far, it leads the way;

Far from society, and more into the world

Stay or go, each step

Pause or run, each hesitation

Only two voices to keep you alive