Mediating throughout my body is a shivering cold, the winter is here and snowfall is now of old, yet I continue shaking in a blindfold.
Wandering aimlessly in these woods of life, trying to fixate and aim and not ***** the competing wildlife.
My one chance to make it in this forest, I must listen as though I am this woods leading aurist.
All of this preparation for one shot at a "happy life", a cookie-cutter form of "what to do" with your knife.
As a twig snaps beneath me and all is spooked I suddenly realize, I now hypothesize that I must revolutionize my own "happy life"
I sprint through from and away the woods without a second of regret or care of the startling noise I paraded through these sacred woods, the bright moon leading me to all that I wanted...happiness.