ThRoUGh tHe bRambLEs

Don't follow me, don't come
There are no paths to here
Nor anything to here
For you to come
Where I run, and
Even as it harms me,
I run

And you are there, through the
brambles,
I see you, I do
And you never did hurt me,
though I know
I hurt you, but
 
Don't follow, don't come
To this place where I run
There are no paths to here
Nor anything to here

M P 8/8/21