(via Who Goes There?) Who Goes There?Into the woods, I...

(via Who Goes There?)

Who Goes There?

Into the woods, I flee,

yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is along the path.

I can do the simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.