Poem – “Hiding in the Forest”

 

Life lies in the minds of mortal men

 

I etch my thoughts onto paper

Hearts carved into trees by a young lover

Pressing myself into the world

 

Until all of me is secreted in my writing

Life as an idea in the mind of another

 

I commit myself to paper

Like a child, I hide in the forest

And as long as I can speak to other hearts and minds

I live forever

 

In the end, we are more fragile than paper

A simple sentence can hold its worth longer than we can hope for ourselves

Some of us will change the world

for the simple sake of being remembered

 

But time heals even the cuts of paper

Eternity is finite too

And with no minds left to hold ideas

They fade, as we do

 

Words without meaning

A universe without eyes

Existence without perception

All for nothing