Wild chase

Not minding the twigs, as I run through the woods.

Chasing wildly, something I've never seen.

I know not what I chase,but my mind doth knows,

That there is something it longs for, something running in the woods.



My feet yells "stop" as I race through the woods.

But not enough will power could could oppose my mind's desire.

What calls my mind, my self knows not.

But my mind keeps saying, "there is something in the woods".


I've been running, hoping to see the end of the woods.

But it's like I'm lost forever, here in the woods.

When will my mind find its desire in the woods.

'Cos I wanna stop... racing like a gazelle in the woods.


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