solitude in the wild

He walks among the trees

Searching finding and being annihilated

By his own ghouls

And being born into the lap of nature

Over and over again

Away from the futility and effort of life

Living on in his dreams

He feels every emotion in extreme

He became the forest, the sky, and the river

A constant ripple in space-time.

The wind always brought the music he wanted to hear

The fire seldom erased the pain he had to bear

The earth taught him evolution

The water tested his resolution.

It's better to be alone by yourself

Than feel lonely among people.