A WALK IN THE WOODS !

First following with confused heart, And now coming so far, What does it mean to turn? Let the paths chosen Give me pleasures or Give something to learn, For I never wanna return. Let the grass on the path to wear out, And the moist air to burn,Let the Solitude of the woods to break, with the Rush of human race. And spare little solitude,for human Race to embrace. Coming so far i never wanna return.