Must I say that I am lost
The sun dripped fields have turned
Into waving trees and creaking limbs
The sun no longer smiles
But the moon, it gives a starry grin.
The way behind me I do not wish to go
For I have seen the perils that lie within
The road back to my sanity yes,
But the road back to normalcy it intends.
Shall I cross the creek on rocks made of clay
Push through tall grass with a trustworthy blade?
Stumble into the waters made by the gods themselves
Or be lost for a bit,
Try to find the way myself
Cheers to the bathed moonlight
Behind tall giants of bark,
Dropping boulders of pine at my feet
They block my way
And make their mark
I strike up a match
And host a giant’s fire.
Unapproved by the surrounding frowns,
The whistle fear in the form of darkness.
Shall I stay in the odyssey?
These new friends of mine,
They whisper thoughts of company.