I
The sun hid behind the hills
A cloudless moon shone then
Wolves started the ceremonial kill
Still, I feel lost in my own den
I
The creatures that gather in the forest river
The giant trees that continue to wither
All have their own paths, but then
I am still lost in my own den
III
Thoughts below and above me
Caused a trouble to be dreary
On a precipice, I've fallen
I am still lost, lost in their den
Do you think food is an enemy?
