The stark white ringbarked forest,
Reflects the heat of the hot gold rush at noon.
Trekking through a harsh scrub,
That isn't coarse enough to wash the reality;
I hold my head high and carry on.
I'm here for a purpose, I can't turn back.
Obscure to the naked eye,
All around, they see straight through me.
Invisible in my own sense of being,
I know none of them care.
I have no choice to give up,
I'm here for a reason, I don't understand.
Surreal pictures take hold,
Emotions swell and make the matter ten times worse.
Sanity swirls down a cascading fall,
Of transculent tears that have no structure.
No beginning, middle or end,
This journey is just the start to a lifetime of fear.
