A lane went alone into the woods,
With them pines and the shrubs along,
Darkness at its core, buzz from around,
He treaded with a hint of uncertainty,
Not sure where this would lead,
Neither he had a choice, nor he wanted one,
“Just walk, don’t mind the unfairness,
Let the time be right, let the place be right,
A path will appear and you will be through”,
His mind would whisper, shout occasionally,
If only, had he listened to it earlier,
Nonetheless, finally he decided, let’s just walk and see,
Somewhere there will be a solution,
Somewhere there will be a light.

— pbk