Society

The forest is mysterious,

which benefits me not,

for having now explored it,

I find myself distraught.

This wood makes me move

with its creaks and sighs,

I am commanded to conform

to all the thorny lies.

I used to know the path, for the true path was lost to me

which led me from this brush,

but now am just surrounded,

by figures warning, “Hush”.

The forest is the thickest,

of all the types of land,

I wish for just one moment,

one own movement of my hand.

But it now condemns me,

for speaking my own thought,

and now my joy is empty,

my rhythms have been taught.

Still this forest gives me reason,

to feel and breathe and die,

but still I cannot help but think,

true bliss goes passing by.

There was a fire,

blazing grand,

which gave me freedom,

from the brand.

The flames arose,

but in three days,

I found myself returned,

to that luscious maze.

This labyrinth of human flesh,

in which now I am consumed,

has damned me.