Follow me,
Down a path,
But do not follow
Me too close,
The path grows
Narrow,
Dark,
And rugged,
Soon the width,
Is just for one,
The trees envelop
Overhead,
Though bare
Of leaves,
They crowd out
All the light,
'Til any sense of
Up or down,
Begins to vanish
From our sight,
Then
From our minds
It’s gone as well.

The gravel under foot
Grows large,
Our footing
Less than sure,
The ground is new,
The atmosphere
Undone,
Then you must go,
Return,
Back to your world,
I shall go to mine,
My new world,
It's a place where I
Will have no need,
No need of hope
No need of love,
Where I may finally
Rest.
Not the rest
Of the just,
But just the rest
Of those most tired.
Most tired of all
That weighs us down,
That pins us to
The desperation
Of life.