. From time and place and season I feel lost,
Disorientated , missing tracks well worn.
Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost,
Nor label me with adjectives 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 wild grasses with the fox I lie. Through distant trees, i see a way to go
as narrow as a slit in pallid stonm
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
