Coupled with a vacant silence surrounding the area
A hapless man met voices in his head, few and far between
Stumbling through a darkness only God could pierce with His eyes
The man was alone, and even the Woodland around him, dense with mass
Seemed to fill no volume of his surroundings
Fathoms away was a city with a nightly pulse
An egregious man met his friends, with more and more joining
Walking with a swagger through the blinding lights of the Urban
The man was in caring company, and the city around him, brimming with life
Filled every sense and crevice of his mind
The man soon came upon a path, well worn in a wild Woodland
He was faced with a decision to follow north or wander pathetically
Looking above for reassurance from God, he wisely chose the path
And, for once, was seeing with heavenly eyes through a lighter darkness
Sensing a voluminous setting far ahead
The night well over, the man walked the long sidewalks home
Finding himself suddenly at the edge of the city: to turn south or wander pathetically
Looking around to see he was alone, he foolishly chose to wander
And, for once, found it harder to see through the blinding darkness of the Woodland
Sensing a dense emptiness far ahead
The man soon reached the end of the worn path, terminating in trees
He hunched with his eyes, his sight fading to a familiar darkness
Moving to sit and finally rest on the ground, he drifted in mind
Transitioning to a dream of a pulsating city, the blinding lights of the Urban
The knowledge of never going home
A long night, searching for something he knew not, the man found the end
He stood straight with his eyes, his sight sharpening to a familiar clarity
Keeping his stance and staring the trees down, he drifted in mind
Transitioning to a dream of where he was, the stifling pall of the Woodland
The knowledge of never going home
A flash, a bang, the man on the ground was looking up at his counterpart
Both men staring, wide-eyed at the enigma before them
They wasted their breath, questioning every aspect of their meeting, their environment
Captivated by the strangeness, and yet the predictability of this fateful night
Both men feeling what they lacked
They soon asked questions of each other with incredible depth and detail
Each man narrated his experiences, interpretations, and feelings
Filling a half of themselves they were sadly unaware of, that was always there
Slowly transitioning to a dream, each of them was satisfied and slept
They awoke alone, where they had been, each of the other: the Woodland, the Urban
