As I walk through the woods,
   I flow through something
      As it flows around & against me...

   -- Like a slipknot --

I don't know what it is.
   I just feel the slightest of drags
   As I feel the greatest of exhilarations.

The drag is subtle...

   -- Like a slipknot --

What it is in me that slips past
   Whatever it is in nature --
      I don't know. 

But I know there is an interaction,
   Of sorts,
      Like a free end through a noose...

   -- Like a slipknot --