dark woods tall trees reaching for me i think sunlights gone metacognition keys in ignition trying to be strong blue night dry leaves ignite finally theres that fire in my heart my mind is lightning tells me to not leave but leaving is just the start of something new when beasts grow old where do they go time marks the journey into the mangrove and so must i look with my own eyes to search for the truth that lies in the unknown bitter strangled my hairs tangled but roots have always been a part of me questions on changing and were all still aging but im not scared to embark on something new when beasts grow old where do they go time marks the journey into the mangrove and so must i look with my own eyes to search for the truth that lies in the unknown