Dawning Creations

Back in the woods,
I’m just another daydreamer,
an imaginary scholar.

Who really knows what all this is for??

I’m running through invisible lines,
once again, reaching a thick wall.
Concrete meets my face,
my teeth sinking backwards,                                                  my face falling forward.

Back in the woods,

I’m who I’m “meant” to be,
a believer, a hero to who I used to be.
Rescue me, bittersweet humility.
I want to be complacent with commitment,
completeness, feeling altogether,

WHOLE.

See, the forest has a way
of making me FEEL things,
tripping time with a turning of a rug.
It all makes sense, again.