Forest
Running through a forest
Of never ending trees
And everlasting green
Some people fall
And some turn back
Though the stronger ones
Run on and on
Through the trunks
And ground-enveloping roots
Looking for the end
That never happens
Yet those who continue
Don’t really mind
For they’re content
To charge the miles
Those who drag themselves
Along the whole way
Are struggling to put
Their demons to rest
And those that walk
Live leisurely lives
Then there are those
That spend time doing each
And I suppose by that
I’m referring to me
(2013)
