the only one
within this dark forest
this maze of trees
this phase of life
it is best not to
but tears do form
haunted by memories
the pain goes on
every tree will burn
be it old age
or mothers rage
life has its turn
barely i can see you
barely me
fairly odd
to consider
life free
there is no need
no need for anything
but this
and yet
we fill the forest with concrete
lay waste to the fields
and dam(n) the sea
they did it
but not for me
in a 501
wearing vans
and a hood
i struggle in the dark
deep with in this wood
monster, man, 47 jaar
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