And so he sat in the corner,
Realizing he was the dark cloud in the sky,
The broken lamp in the darkness

Yet he sat.
As the sun burns through the layers
Disguising his disturbing wounds
The layers he carries around
Day by day, the burdens bring him closer to the ground
He would fall like a tree in the forest
You can't hear the sound

He looks at the electrocuted vines
Connecting from pole to pole
Leading the path followed by his soul
The path that leads everywhere
So where does his destiny await?
The path leading to the park of fire
There he tends escape on the daily and retire

And so he searches forever
Search every ocean
To realize only the amazon forest has enough sources to create paper on which he'd trace his map

But it doesn't matter
He's been lost since forever ago
Since he decided to follow his confused GPS
He must have given up on finding where he left himself
If not, he would need more trees, the amazon forest is becoming only a local park