What do you make
Of the field
And the Forrest?

Of the shadows,
And the light of the day?

As darkness falls,
What do you do?

Are you at peace,
Or are you running away?

Dreams are closer,
And thought of with sleep.
Unawake, we-fall-into-unknown.

Seasons pass.
Yet we carry the past.
I wonder when-i’ll-be-grown.

My child inside
Says, “let’s-go-for-a-ride”.
And, “I-want-to-live-without-pain”.

But-i-soon-forget
As I’m dealing with shit;
Pulled-by material gain.

Called by the future.
Confused by the now.
I move with belief in what’s right.

A trip that will end,
Just as it began.
With pure, unfiltered light.