Virgin Forests

Through virgin forests And unplucked gems Twisted vines Thoughts do stem. Stroll through winding trails And I’m nearly planted By the weight of glory Pressing me into the earth. Almost sprouting roots And taking up residence In the innocence of things green. Step back, run home Think about this maybe forever, Famous last words. In my comfort zone, Where nothing satisfies And nothing is better than me Lenses only blur And spinning the reel Only lengthens distance between Me and dreams of late. Where my appetite can consume, Crunching through anything To enjoy a fleeting taste Of something not even real. Next time I’ll do it I will spread roots deep Shoot my everything Into the richness of the soil The only true kingdom on earth. Keep my ideals high So I can’t taint or splinter Keep my foundation low So I can stand upon it. Finally find somewhere For my teeth to be defeated Turned to dust by a truth So much harder than themselves.