Wilderness Solitude

Strangely familiar
looks back at me
question eyes, what do they see?
two roads diverged in a wood
far down one before me stood
a man who had been set apart
is this the end or just the start?

wilderness solitude
wilderness solitude

deep or shallow
trash or prize
the scope is hard to recognize
ambiguous his state of mind
sorting too little and too late
hidden path is hard to find
a time has come to stop and wait

wilderness solitude
wilderness solitude