The Woods

I thought it was understood

I’m going out into the woods

To see what is left of me

And all these wolves

Shoot hungry looks

Like crowded streets of vampire teeth

In the city

The garden grows as if she knows

When air gets thin

to let no one in

She knows that nothing grows

And I foresee some changing

With battered hearts recovering

The woods have never been so full.

And I go outside

To see familiar lives

Race through to finish lines then start again

Come on!

And I go outside

To see familiar lives

Race through to finish lines then start again

Come on!