Your shadow will follow you out of the darkness. From the backyards cluttered with yesterdays mess. Wandering away from the crowds of wisdom. Your voice now heard among the trees of content. Everyone wished to tell you their way. Only promoting the will to escape from their reach. To a motionless tundra where no trees grow. In an emotionless tundra where no love grows. And a minute seems faster if you wish for so much. And your tears will swell larger if you have lost all heart. Then you stumble and fall on the forests leaf bed. And you are caught by the ground who'll instruct you to stay. 'Clear your head for a while, rid of confusion and dismay'.