Man in the hole!

When the wilderness starts becoming too familiar, 
There lies in the woods, a creature too surly, 
You think you would pass the jungle, O horror! 
You are damned for having figured things so early.

You are damned, may curse befallen upon you, 
For that's all the old meditative trees have to give, 
Compare your situation to a forlorn sailor, 
It's quite like lost pages in an old archive.

But loneliness is not what hounds you, 
Neither the eerie silence pervading through the sky, 
It's the momentary sightings of the ghastly owls, 
The whooping of hyenas, the existences you defy.

Frightened, fearful, fuzzy as you might may be, 
You crave for none but one thing now, 
To call on your loved ones, tell how you love them, 
An elixir of life your weary mind just found.

But what an irony this has been, 
You fall in an  elephant's trap, 
You want to run for your life, you can't run, 
You feed on a rotten's plant sap.

The savages come, they hunt you down, 
They are feasting upon your head, 
The celebration's they make, their language not clear, 
It's good you woke up from bed!