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My mind often wanders
Sometimes following paths worn into the grass
Sometimes following already-paved ways
And some of those have worn down the pavement from being so heavily trodden

From time to time
I strike out across the grass where no trails lead
And if I do sometimes step in shit
I sometimes also find flowers of great beauty
Hitherto unseen

Sometimes the wanderings go into the forest
Passing between the trees
And I sometimes run into them
Or catch myself on a low-hanging branch
But sometimes I climb one
Seeing in its branches and bole something to bolster me
And the view is good

I report on those flowers and that view
Sometimes, I am even believed