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the cure

you wonder why i leave the house
convinced it�s a evening walk, perhaps?
as if you beckon deception!
i hide away in the hollows of my feelings
running with damage only nature can restore
i don�t care, i turn my back
slither away, under barbed wires
i smell wisteria, their lavender petals so therapeutic
listening as my eyes quench thirsty roots
even they hunger for something
healing in the pale moonlight
no other human in sight
proof that people are mirages
i can�t seem to catch them
the forest is all i need
that�s the cure
so i�ll vent as every passing jay and lark
stops on familiar oak bark
welcoming a lonesome soul

i think i�m happier �alone�

let no folks near
the wind will wipe away my tears.