Have you ever wonder what's inside?
Is there something that wants to hide?
Did you ever think why it's so wide?
Or you just didn't and had the thought set a side?
Into the woods I shall see myself, I say.
Keeping myself unharmed is what I pray.
Will I witness something off that'll make me go away?
Or will there be something odd that'll make me stay?
Just in case I didn't make myself come back,
Don't try looking for me as I probably made a pack.
Memories of me will fade like my dozen moods,
As I decend deeper and deeper into the woods.