Lost
In forest I do run, nothing to seize
Yes always I do search, on hunt for dreams,
And yet, my dreams doth lie out past these trees
In depths of time, beneath the broken seams
And still I hunt, for if purpose does hide
Then I someday will find something above
For all I see is trees, but here resides
The bees that I hear buzz, and coo does doves
I hear the pen tip tap against my book
The scrape of nails against the chalky board
Teacher does coo to class, and I do look
Into the board, at words I once ignored
And then I hunt for life out past this school
A life beyond the trees; out past the Thule
