I try not to look beyond the forest towards the meadow.
Instead, I've been searching amongst the shadows,
Letting the darkness dictate where my mental health goes.
All the fruits are rotten, and there's nothing here that grows.
Can't have sustenance if you never learned how to sow.
Sitting behind this bark to hide from that radiant glow,
Because back here is safe, and it's everything I know.
Plus, I tried it once, and I know exactly how it will go.
So, I try not to look beyond the forest towards the meadows.
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