Have seen the forest burning bright
With the will of a thousand trees?
Each one ablaze, with a fervor so fierce,
Consuming one another, slowly turning
To their deepest self, wildness.
I am both the forest and the flame,
Yes I am the forest, I am the flame,
Can't seem to move, just stand and watch.
Perhaps bound by fate that framed me,
Exit wounds unhealed.
Unable to find an escape, so I ask
Is there a way to escape before
The fire devours everything that I am?
