Sometimes in life you stand at crossroads
Defeated
Deflated
Disturbed
Then comes the vine
Sometimes clinging
Sometimes plunging
Sometimes touching you in all tenderness
You think you have lasted the course
You think you are better off far from prying eyes
You think the jungle has embraced you
And enveloped you in its green folds
The quicksands catch you unawares
The rains rail you off course
You last
You hang in
You stand up
You survive
In the TROPICAL FORESTS of DECEIT
Where ALL that you SEE is not REAL
- Bri
Circa 2011 July 16th
Fables of the Green Forest