I used to walk around the woods
They filled me with such fear;
They were unkind, hurtful and impure, not innocent like me.
Now I am in the woods:
I am still on the path
for he holds no power over me.
At certain moments I see good in those trees, but i am still not ready to become...
I fear that soon I shall stray, be unable to stay on the path for desire grows stronger each day and I.. I am weak.
Soon I feel he will become the woods and I will be just another tree - ugly and dirty; twisted and old.
