Let me ease into the thicket, What do I see? A
bush, an overgrowth, wilderness. I am used to
navigating this way; I have done it far too
often. Even on days my fingers screamed in
blood, Or my toes calloused up stubbornly. I
have to cross the path. I have questions to
answer. I have to find Dawn. And it is found at
the edge where the foliage ends. I hear
whimpers, a rising voice, And it is now a sob,
oh-so-shrill. Why does it tell me, I can’t do
this? I don’t know who it is, and it’d rather be,
A beast than human. You’ll find the explorers
here; And the novice trekkers; the ones in
Love; And the city folk, but they don’t walk
this way. I see, even you have wandered far too
long, And there’s rarely a going back. The
forest has collapsed, The path gets thicker, The
start is way behind, Now, step into your mind.