Gwenn

My darling can you hear it?
Something's lurking in the leaves, 
I can feel its preying eyes on us,
From somewhere in the trees.
And is it me or is this forest,
Suddenly making you feel small? 
Like we could run for our entire lives, 
And not get out at all. 
I think it's getting closer, 
But then again I can't be sure,
For every time I think I hear it,
It's not quite where it was before, 
We both know we cannot keep up,
With its unrelenting pace, 
That it will always be the winner, 
In this unfair lifelong race, 
But until its breath's upon us,
There's so much more to still be done, 
My dear don't let it catch you,
All that's left to do is RUN.

~e.h