I'm trying desperately to follow your trail of breadcrumbs
Looking for footprints and broken twigs
Staring up every so often to try to see where the sun is in the sky
But the heat is dizzying
The bugs are annoying
And honestly I can't even breathe good
And my back is killing me
And there's a little voice that says to just give up
Just find a log, sit down and die;
But I don't want to.
Love I want to find you again
Despite how unnecessarily arduous you've decided to make it for me.
I am still fighting my way through the brush.