Another way, a place another mind

.  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