The woods take over 
from a distant horizon 
when the tree's collide 

Even though you don't
hold me where you do belong
I will not come back

Forbidding warning 
the signs we do recognize 
but not register

If you want to see 
the why disappears deeper 
in that open grave 

Your life's been painted
the cracks your road barriers
a dream and a choice

I touched all of these
and they did indeed to me
what I did to them

The old crackled paint
is at the end the winner
thinly protected 

I can see only 
the next barrier clearly 
while freeing myself