The North Face, I Think – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Lost in the woods, we hear the whispers

Of tales told to calm our fears

Moss grows on the north side, they say

Or is it fungi on the east

But who can trust these tricky myths

If the forest has enchanted our minds

The trees shift and move, as if alive

The leaves rustle, and sounds inspire

A hunger deep within, a primal urge

To find my way out, to escape this maze

We look for clues, for anything to guide

Our steps towards safety, away from fear.

The sun begins to set, the sky ablaze

We feel the chill of the woods, its icy embrace

We recall the whispers, the tales they spun

We close our eyes, and hope for the sun

But deep within, we know the truth

That survival is not just in the direction

Of moss or fungi, but in the will

To keep moving forward, to never stand still

So I walk and walk, through the endless trees

Hoping to find a glimmer of reprieve

From these wild, untamed, and beguiling woods

And emerge once again, into the serene.