Path Behind the Oak Tree

A reminiscence of my childhood.

If there were a few,
No more and no less,
Would my life's purpose not be such a blue?
Still bending the smile within my emotionless,
And as if it was a pest arising from the dew
That shallowly veiled my soulless
Heart, I smash it to bits like nothing new.

The taunting voice behind the mist cried,
"Find me!"
To which, I blocked and hide
Til one day, I am truly free.

Trees spread out for miles never to be all seen
Within bare sight.
I trodden to a newly grown oak, quite clean
Unlike the rowdy fight.
Looking behind the standing teen,
I found a road of solitude, untouch by light.

I've found my path-to-be,
A path behind the oak tree.