Back into the thick of the wood,
I find the trail ongoing, on and on it goes.
Thr sun is dying, and I am weak,
I've lost the way, I have forgotten what I seek.
Death is close, and I know it's waiting.
LIFE, LIFE, the echoes in my head scream,
I must futher travel, I must embrace this dream.
This dream is taking to a close,
I fear to wake, for I will not hold.
Again, I venture into the trees. Take me back,
I don't want to leave.

 
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