Watching all the trees around me,
And the Harmony that I see-
And the sun leaping at the horizon,
And the lies I compromise in-

Unveiling the shadows that collect,
Upon my past I now retrospect-
Never before have I seen a road-
Where so many walked, but so few chose,

We hide from ourselves-
A hidden evil that compels,
And though we try to ignore-
We feel as is nothing can restore,

But the problem is a contradiction,
The assumed cure is the addiction,
You have to break free from the lie,
In more ways than I imply-

For we each have our own virtues and vices,
Particular methods of neurotic devices-
All must be seen, at least, if not understood-
To rid them forever is something I wish I could,

But nothing more be implied by me,
Just a bounding soul, escaping free-
Bursting from the darkness and the mist-
Hopefully not to think upon the reminisced,