The body gets tired, but the forest doesn't show mercy. I feel his breath on my back.
It is my destiny to walk and walk. Does each step I take represent a tree?
Fear? I think I've forgotten; Despair? maybe.
If the breath that seemed intimidating to you before, after time it is irrefutable proof that you have walked well.
It wouldn't be the fear you had in the past; your greatest ally.
Now the idea that eats away at me is the thought of looking back and seeing that there is nothing but a forest.
Yes, not even the largest legion of demons would be as intimidating as the stillness of the forest.
What if everything ends when you look back? No more meaningless steps, only then can you rest.
My conscience judges me, if we are the same entity that suffers in this forest, how dare you judge me?
If I take meaning away from my steps, until I take them to nothing, I will only be like this forest and how I was before I started walking.
Excuses, you only fear and prefer deception; Is it worth living deceived?
No, I don't have all the answers, let me walk a little more, maybe sooner or later, I will reach the end.
What if there isn't?