A single thought
Lights the path
Through the trees.

Glancing around,
You begin to
hesitate.

“I’ve been here before.”

You start to run
ever faster,
feverishly.

Looking, looking
You don’t quite yet
Understand.

What will you do?
You can’t escape
This endless loop.

Not without help-
A guiding hand,
A change of mind.

Get off the path.
End the cycle.
Wander.

Wander, wander
In the cold dark
Through the trees.

Don’t be afraid.
The light is not
What you need.