One foot falls ahead of the other,
Wet gravel scratching aged trainers,
Faded T shirt,
Damp jeans,
On a wanderer lost.
The trees pass by,
Their secrets hidden in whispers.
The day began with light,
The air warmed by the sun,
A boy lost in the woods,
Hopes abandoned on the wind.
One day the rain will fall again,
Soft and firm,
The darkness washed away.
The future returning,
To a prisoner of time.
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