The Woods - The White Buffalo

Gone so long I stepped out of the woods

I was misunderstood but in light of it all

I sit back and check their disguise

Their dark shallow eyes got lost in the haze of the light

So I sit back and watch

I see all their masks soon appear

Long for the woods

From this place I’ll disappear

They all strive to deviate from the norm

But collectively swarm to be all the same

To alter image prosthetics are worn

Their primped plastic forms melt in the heat of the light

Then I step to the light

And see all their masks soon appear

I long for the woods

From this place I’ll disappear