Lonely road Through the woods it roams Carved into the thick greenery Such a blanketing cover that Not even sunlight hits the dirt The entrance so inviting as to Ask you to come in and get lost Darkness and mystery wait The path inside lay docile Footprints might as well be fossils The few who enter quickly leave They'd rather have a shortcut Than a journey Seasons pass and thicker grows The brush over the path That was once so very clear With all things considered Its purpose is already satisfied: For the deliberate visitor To walk all over it.