A darker forest paints with blood in the sun sliding down its treesAnd casts in relief the colors we have seenAnd all the storms that we had beenThey're paled and pastIn the presence of the world at handAm I really there in the fractured light of the forest floorWith the broken branchesAm I really there in the same lightIn the same life on the only roadA darker forest waitsIn which we relive all our past mistakesAnd trace them back with our decisionsTo the fork in the roadBut what if every path you takeStarts to look the sameAnd lead equally astrayWe'll walk in circles and never find our way
