Lost in the woods of wisdom, of hope
Who knows what I know?
Not even I.
In time everything changes
Leaves fall and the weather gets colder
Time is passing and I’m getting older.
The wind is never static
It flows one way then the other
It’s hard to sway its decision
Why do I even bother?
Lose yourself like the leaf that flows
Let yourself be taken where nobody goes
Life is never simple for those who are lost
All life’s mistakes are well worth the cost.
Without rhyming I want you to know
That being the woods is a way of life
I wouldn’t change it for the world
Because I might not know who I am yet
But the oddest beauty lies within me.