Stones upon your road stumbles me into a wilderness.
Mis-shappened now and narrowing, my steps feel like wandering.
Patterns upon more of the same, trees and leaves alike
instead, opens this like a void within a mind
of truth and lies- wild without
Hesitant to gaze upon this sentiment, left you hesitantly knowing,
One must feed on their environments to calm ones own mortality.
But those with human hands and hearts perish in the wilderness-
Where nothing is forgiven yet nothing is remembered;
without control and
Alive within this void, of the wild without a road,
Stumbling upon the truth, wishing for the lie;
an opening where the wilderness, instead
surrenders the sky.
Somewhere in this void, something slowly died
in your mind.