The Rest of Me

I live inside the forest
Camping among the trees
In nature’s lap I rest my head
Peaceful, relaxed, at ease

I camp inside the forest
Hiding within my den
Now safe, secure, I rest alone
Fearful of other men

I hide inside the forest
Running from what I’ve done
Observant, still, I rest my hand
Ready with loaded gun

I run into the forest
Dying with every breath
In fleeing from arrest, I’m shot
Feeling the grip of death

I die inside the forest
Living no longer more
I’ll take my final rest right here
Silently on its floor