Gone to the forest Pacing and tracing the floor between the trees A figure walking Placing the feeling before my sodden feet Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing Is this my, is this my, is this my seasons drawing in Is this why, is this why, is this why I sleep through mornings Is this why, s this why? Oh take me outward Facing away from the shore in silent breeze The light comes downwards I'm pleading, just let me explore with childish ease Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing Is this my, is this my, is this my seasons drawing in Is this why, is this why, is this why I sleep through mornings Is this why, s this why?