The soul feels it necessary,

To be lost in the green & wood.

For there's been too much to carry,

More than the soul feels it should.

The soul feels it's needed,

To walk and flow along the fog.

While everything that's been conceded,

Be revealed with no internal flog.

To be lost without fear,

& to wander without end.

Only then would it be clear,

All that's around the bend.

~ZW