Moments In The Woods

What was that?

Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?

Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly getting bored with me?

Wake up!
Stop dreaming
Stop prancing about the woods

It's not
Beseeming
What is about the woods?

Back to life, back to sense
Back to child, back to husband
No one lives in the woods

There are vows, there are ties
There are needs, there are standards
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds

Why not both instead?
There's the answer if you're clever
Have a child for warmth, and a baker for bread
And a prince for... whatever
Never!
It's these woods

Face the facts, find the boy
Join the group, stop the giant
Just get out of the woods

Was that him?
Yes it was!
Was that me?
No it wasn't
Just a trick of the woods

Just a moment
One peculiar passing moment
Must it all be either less or more?
Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or"?
Is it never "and"?

That's what woods are for
For those moments in the woods

Oh, if life were made of moments
Even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments
Then you'd never know you'd had one

First a witch, then a child
Then a prince, then a moment
Who could live in the woods?

And to get what you wish
Only just for a moment
These are dangerous woods

Let the moment go
Don't forget it for a moment though
Just remembering you've had an "and"
When you're back to "or"
Makes the "or" mean more
Than it did before

Now I understand
And it's time to leave the woods!