the more trees i come across amidst these woods
the more disgusting for me the hiking becomes
every tree...
tall and bold
but blunt and cold
Oh! once had i desired
the fruits..
the panoramic vantages
the shelter...
once they meant..
once they spake...
once they amused..
but the closer i went..the more i understood
they're all the same
slaves to the impressing of some gods..
the fake gods
once upon they invited
now they repel..
once upon they meant..
now they're mere machines..
that don't draw..
they dont mean anything anymore...
they never did..
no...they are not the opposites
they are you...
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