Finally seeing the forest
I’m lost in the trees again,
Dazing at the leaves,
Wondering about the green.
I’ve fallen silent among my friends,
As I stare aimlessly at the seeds.
They wonder if something’s wrong,
Nothing is.
Yet when I tell them I’m fine,
They seem unconvinced,
As if it would be impossible,
For a man to be happy,
Gazing earnestly at trees.
I’m lost in the trees again,
Distant to the pain around me,
Distant to the pain in me.
I’m lost in the trees again,
I’m happy that I am.
I’m lost in the trees again,
Absolved by their presence.
Everything around me
Becomes me.
People say they can’t reach me,
But I feel in touch with everything.
People say there’s something wrong with me,
What could be wrong with this?
I feel the wind as my own breath,
I feel the sky as my own,
I feel part of it all.
I’m lost in the trees again,
I’m no longer singled out,
Pointed out, or standing out.
There is no longer a me, or an I,
There is just what the eye can see.
I’m happy being lost in the trees,
Now I don’t feel lonely.
I’m happy being lost in the trees,
Because now I don’t feel lost.
I’m happy being lost in the trees,
Now that I can see the forest.