Toll-Booth...

The person you have in mind is lost. That's the picture I'm getting. He believes he is lost in the middle ofan ipenetrable forest. His head is full of trees. Branches he's bumping into. Brambles he's tangled up in. Paths that lead... Animals that jeer at him and run away. Here and there a glimpse of his elusive maiden, wearing a dress of cloth. The sun is sinking. The shadows are darkening.