Proverbs and woods

I hear a sound in the solitary wood
it rings of nothing distinct
I have heard it before and it said nothing again
but rained of waiting and fate

Cliches and proverbs
spoken in different languages
still meaning nothing to everyone
even those who spoke them

Distance is chosen
and closeness is desired
but thin beauties and fat men
tell you otherwise and then.

So spots keep rising
and reminding you of vanity
slowly and sure
stealing your sanity

But remember the macaroons and
to take your vitamins
And take your time hiking
on cold bitter afternoons.