curiosity got the better of me
my heart pumped quickly
afraid of anything not meant to be
when the words flowed smoothly
i felt the boar's trotters step on me
no, my heart
an urge to dart
i always knew
that its jungle world wasnt meant to broken
down by me
but
the words broke and flowed
the words broke and flowed
step, step, step, step
the lake's water
got to my eyes
i could feel the movement
but not stop it.
and i call it
things i shouldnt know
and i call it
a compass to guide me out of the forest
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