Running on the path in front of me.
The crocked roots are reaching for my legs,
trying to capture me and keep me in the dark forest.
I keep on running in the rain,
avoiding the roots and their grabbing arms.
Leaves are whispering about me, scaring me with tales about my past,
whispering fearful thoughts about what the future will bring.
I refuse to be captured in the dark.
I keep on running on the narrow road that is laid up for me,
my heart beating hard making drum noise in my ears.
I know that the solution lies in front of me.
Running blind with my arms grasping for answers,
but the answers I seek are drowning the sorrowful surroundings.