In These Woods

It takes skill
It takes will
If you’ve got it, then you’ve got it
If you don’t, there’s a pill
It takes skill
They watered down
The poison in this town
They raised us wrong
They raised us strong
They raised us up with arms 10 feet long
I’m afraid we’re Hansels
I’m afraid we’re cancelled and Gretteled
I’m afraid we don’t have the mettle
To make it in these woods
The Empire State
Made out of ginger cake
Came crumbling down
Before we got a taste
Summer settles
Fall faints
Spring spreads
Winter waits
Dusk consents
And dawn redecorates