The slow silent creep
In wiry tendrils entwined
Bramblers always win

The slow silent creep
In wiry tendrils entwined
Bramblers always win
You may never know
Which journey will be your last
Brambles overgrow
A fork in the tracks
Do I take the easy path
Or the way that winds?
Between evening fog
And deserted railway lines
Next year’s trees spring up