Slowly winding down a long, arduous round
Upon a trail I have never been before
Filling voids and empty space
With colorful sunshine and philosophies
To somehow pass the time and distance
Between here and there
Roaming in unfamiliar bush and bramble
Skipping from stone to stone
Wondering about thespians and deities
Encased in small quarters of the mind
And how strange it is to see a tree
Dead but still standing midst a sea of grass
What wonders of this fanciful sojourn
Wrought with waves of unstable sanity
A ponder-full walk through meaningless thought
Contemplating the things of old and yet to come
An interesting concept I have yet to see
Among brittle and crumbling stonewalls meant to last forever.
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