I stood there in the woods crying
Sweat dripping from my head
Why was I crying
Beading upon my brow
A drip hits my toe
A drip
A drip
No sound other than the tiny plop
the sound of the drop
Memory of sorrow I could not find
Had I lost it from within my mind
To be crying with no grief
with no relief
Why were the tears staining my cheeks
I hadn't been sad for several weeks
I tilt my head downwards to look at my toe
The back of my neck is wet don't you know
What is with this my tears can't fight gravity
What crazed world caused this depravity
I tilt my head back just in time to see
a face splashing drop drip from a tree
I must be tired to mistake this for crying
I should be sleeping instead of trying
Yet....
How did I get into these woods?
