As I walk through the woods
Breathing slowly as I calm
I feel myself walking across the Ivy
I see the leaves as I push farther into the trees
Avoiding the call of my name as I walk
I know I won't go back.
Walking across the Ivy.
As I see the break of trees ahead
I run to try and catch the sun
As it sinks below the horizon
I trip on top the Ivy
I sigh as I'm consumed by darkness.
Running as I see the stars
And there is the constellation
I once thought was Ivy.
Now as I arrive at your doorstep.
I lean on the doorway, knocking.
I know I won't get an answer.
As you have never loved me.
But always loved the Ivy.
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It was simply a metaphor for the one thing always causing us to miss our goals, no matter how supportive they once were or how long they had been around.