Another way,a place,another mind

From   time and place  and  season I am  lost,

Disorientated ,missing  tracks well worn

Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost

Nor label me with epithets of scorn

For usual paths lead to the  usual place

The safest way to live and perhaps to die

But wandering through the woods  I find new space

and in the  wild flowers  with the fox I lie.

Through  dark trees, i see a way to go

as narrow as a slit in pallid stone

This is my destined way, I seem to know

and courage rises even as I moan.

Remember when we’re lost ,we  may then find

Another way,a place,another mind

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