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We wander through life
Like lost children
Searching for purpose.
The trees
Seem to grow
As we march further in,
Ignoring the danger
As we chant
Under our breath;
"I'm not scared."
Sometimes we see
Moving lights
Or dancing colours,
But they're gone as
We turn our head.
There are others in these woods.
We feel them
Watching us
Between the branches.
We don't look
Back at them.
We're not sure
What we'll see.
Rest here
On the forest floor.
You have nothing to be
Afraid of.
Lie here,
And trust that
The woods will wake you
When it's time.
When the lights
Stand still and
The colours fade to
Memories.
When you are no longer
Children,
And the world no longer
Remembers you.
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