he ran into the forest,
and he sings.
he ran to the beach,
and he cried.
alone, alone and mellow he hates.
surroundings are havoc, but he's still empty.
he's tired, he's bored of that.
he wonders,
where should he go?
the forest or the beach?
tired, bored.
too many things that they can notice,
as if it's a burden that he's living in this world.
everyone watched he waste away.
- he says.
