Autumn found me at the edge of the woods, Where the bridge was old and the silence stood. Something whispered: «Leave your weight behind», And I listened — for the first time. I've been carrying more than I should, More than any heart ever could. But the forest doesn't judge or ask — It just lets you drop the mask. And I walked across, lighter than four, Lighter than I've ever been before. The leaves don't hold, the trees let go — Maybe that's all I need to know.