Down this dusty path
Across the silent stream
Through the already darkening forest
I hold my breath
As i jump over the thick bushes
Leaves and the woods already cold
And the crickets singing they songs
A sigh of relief,
As i finally come to the clear land
All spread out like a dead lawn
The scary forest i see from behind
I see the hut from a far
Across the valley up the hill
I can literally count my footsteps
With the labyrinths to the village
Winding upwards,
Humbly spaced out
I sneeze and cough
The dust, maybe
Tired, definitely
