We are not,
wandering together,
lost in a dark, dense wood.
We are,
each of us,
the dark, dense wood
in which we are lost.
The sooner we stop listening to
those calling from the edge
of their perceived freedom,
the sooner we will discover
our own.
It is an inner path....solitary
but with common perspectives
that fool many into believing
it is a shared journey.
Unfortunately, knowing this doesn't mean
I am out of the woods yet....
but remembering it keeps me from
calling to you from the edges.
wandering together,
lost in a dark, dense wood.
We are,
each of us,
the dark, dense wood
in which we are lost.
The sooner we stop listening to
those calling from the edge
of their perceived freedom,
the sooner we will discover
our own.
It is an inner path....solitary
but with common perspectives
that fool many into believing
it is a shared journey.
Unfortunately, knowing this doesn't mean
I am out of the woods yet....
but remembering it keeps me from
calling to you from the edges.
