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 it 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 these 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 had one First a witch, then a child Then a prince, then a moment Who can 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