I've gone out to the woods to find myself again.
To learn that something must begin for it to end.
So that maybe, when the birds sing, I'll hear more than just a song
and I'll feel the trees breathing, as they've been breathing all along.
I want to feel the soft earth pulse with life
and see the bugs crawl up the leaves.
And then maybe, quite possibly, I'll find myself again.
I'll find me.