Plan Pressure

I'm getting in my face 
Make a plan, mirror 
Angle to another and step inside 
The forest is a terrifying place 
For one without a map 
When it gets dark 
I could lay down on the north side 
Tree moss deepens sleep 
But if I don't catch my wandering breath 
I might stumble ahead 
Until the nightmares enter waking mind 
Demanding to know what's next