Under the glow.
Into the subterranean.
Into the labyrinth of mushrooms.
Bioluminescent lights show me the way.  

Unable to see the sky.
I walk among the finger woods.
The lurking begins.
The watching of something in the grass beyond.

The lost ones found me.
They never went missing.
They have always been down here.
Where the world becomes bigger.

I decide to stay.
I become lost.
And found I belong.
Into the small songs below.