"into the woods"...

how far he had gone into the woods?
nobody knows, how he could?
why he shut down the door of life
where he went is unknown to his father's wife,
life seem to him as punishment
he broke the chains and went,
far , far into the woods..
yet nobody knows, how he could?

we can't search for him or bring him back
hes gone and the courage to go into the woods we lack,
he must be resting on some tree,
or sleeping under branches,
happy, cheerful and free
away from all grievances
only the god knows of him and the woods,
yet nobody knows, how he could?

his jacket lie hanging on pine
his cap now fits on heads of spine
his boots are now the rest place of rats
his specks suits on the eyes of bats,
his wallet has a photograph
of a nice young lady with a scarf
on the back of it are written some lines
the girl died of fever on September 29,
she lie buried there in the grave of fur
and he ended his life with hers...

the air blew hard and sun above shinned
now one could feel his departure was divine
we must not go in search of him into the woods
nobody will ever know, how he could?