the lonely woods never fades,
a darkened root filled space,
where dreams of possible, blur to naught
in endless quest of place.
trip and fall and scratch and snag,
i know this place -oh too damn well,
over and over that famed dark view,
where last i flew and fell.
i dont know how, i dont know when,
to end this, or if it will,
till then ill stumble blindly on,
while looking for sunlights sill.