bewildered

As I lay bewildered in lost forests, nothing I hear but shuffling of squirrels playing and carousing, the dropping of nuts from large trees.

As night falls the temperature grew colder and colder quickly, my body selfish; broken.

I thought this for sure my death, I thought maybe I didnt exist at all to begin with, but knowing someone will search for me, someone knowing of my existing soul, to then I believe,

maybe, I sir, I do exist, maybe I exist to be great, maybe I don't,

But maybe, just maybe, I sir, do exist!