In the Forest
Still in the forest
lost in the woods
The compass and map you gave me
have done me no good
Every tree looks like the other
and trails wind in circles
I duck under branches
and walk through the puddles
too tired to try to go around them
too exhausted to keep running
Grass, leaves, and trunks fill my vision
If I run anymore into this forest,
I'll be running out of it by definition
Lame. I wanted to write something about zombies, but nothing came to me. Maybe tomorrow... maybe tomorrow, you'll be mine... Peace out.
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