What is percieved as
the simplest man,
Could be a man so complex.
The most fit beast in the wild,
so strong, so protected,
could be the most sick.
What is a dull forest,
Can turn quickly
Into; a child's nightmare.
Darkness is friendly,
Until you go out,
And see it for yourself.
What may seem like the coldest winter,
May be a warm day,
to those with smiles.
The wolf's howling,
can scare away,
or invite home.
Why can't things just be simple?
Oct 25, 2009
Oct 25, 2009 at 10:34 AM UTC
What is percieved as
the simplest man,
Could be a man so complex.
The most fit beast in the wild,
so strong, so protected,
could be the most sick.
What is a dull forest,
Can turn quickly
Into; a child's nightmare.
Darkness is friendly,
Until you go out,
And see it for yourself.
What may seem like the coldest winter,
May be a warm day,
to those with smiles.
The wolf's howling,
can scare away,
or invite home.
Why can't things just be simple?
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