I'm in the forrest
Hidden by the trees
No time to plan my path
No time to sit. Rest.
I can see the source of light on the horizon
As easy to reach as the moon
I run, the further it seems
But no time to plan my path
No time to sit and rest
I'm losing my breath
Panic and fear
The unattainable light dancing in the distance
Laughing at my foolish attempt.
Still, the moon, the stars, the night grows ever stronger.
I contemplate resting with the ever brightly shining stars in constant abundance
The safe familiar face of the nights moon.
Staring straight up, the thick leaves and blazing light melt around me
The comfort of a blanket
I let it fill my eyes and my mind.
Why would i turn and look at the truth around me?
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