• The wind is heavy to my right
    The cold December air fills the dark night
    Trees whisper from all around me
    like kids talking that I can't quite see.

    A bitter sweet taste in my mouth
    like a green apple from the deep south
    The constant sound of the owl displaces my mind
    It feels like I'm slowly moving back in time.

    I lay down down for a nap to take
    and hope and pray that I will not wake.
    For this journey came at a cost,
    Now, I am forever lost...