Outdoors

 Deep in the woods, Was where I Heard my name.
 To Abandon my dreams, that future fame.
 Traveling to the most dense place,
 Was where I built my true mane.

 Creating my own new boots to lace,
 Into the ground my life Ill trace.
 To prove to myself I'm real.
 Because It's time I found my own pace.

 As if nature wanted me to kneel.
 It showed me that even a stick wasn't lame.
 To make me change the way I feel,
 So I would think carefully next meal.

 A wooden bow with I took aim.
 To avoid a serious maim.

 Taking out such a grace.
 I eliminated It's pace.

 Swiftly running over, I felt Keel.
 Knowing It's fate I did seal.