33. THE ENSNARING FOREST This limitless world in front of me,
A forest I find myself stranded in,
So lost and so alone,
All by myself,
Stuck in this rut for longer than I can remember,
Everything around me is gloomy, gloomy,
The raindrops dripping from wet leaves,
There is no hope,
No light anywhere,
The moon is hidden behind these wicked towering trees.
Wandering without a compass,
My footsteps etched in the mud that calls out to me,
There’s something missing in my soul,
A hollow emptiness,
All my life I’ve felt this way,
If only words could convey exactly how I feel,
This is merely the tip of the iceberg,
Just one single leaf of a weeping willow,
Insignificant,
Wouldn’t be missed if it were to be shed,
And be reunited with mud,
At least I knew I’d belong there.
Shun
