I woke up in a deep dense wood
Filled with confusion and doubt
Unable to see from where I stood
A discernible pathway out
For a long time I wandered
Till I observed along the way
A previous wayfarers’ standard
A path for everyone to obey.
I figure out as I was treading
The path I was on leads nowhere
The signs it left were misleading
It comprised unconscious snare
It was not enough to ignore them
Once the deception became known
I took the time and I tore them
As I created a pathway of my own.
In a foggy wood with eerie sensation
And the feelings of being lost for long
Courage became my sole munition
My vaporized soul condensed strong
Forging onward — persevering
I can’t do nothing else but try
To cut through to a clearing
Where I can clearly see the sky.