The tent's set up, no firewood found.
Funny, with all these 'dead' trees around.
If we're going to chop wood, you can lead.
Last time I tried, the tree started to bleed.
It's getting darker now--better head in.
After all, you don't want the shades to win.
A whipporwill calls, then all is still,
Or is something else moving in for the kill?
Best bed down--leave on the light.
If only you could stay asleep for the night!
But as it is, you're wide-eyed with fear,
Listening for sounds you hope you won't hear.
The tent shakes as shadows are glimpsed all around,
You sigh, glancing earthwards, watching the ground.
Does it matter that some of your thoughts aren't yours?
And does it matter that there's more, behind closed doors?
You should know by now you don't have it all,
Some things have been blocked from any recall.
You can ask, but the truth won't stay--if it comes out.
There it is, again, no more or less than the shadow of doubt.
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