THE PROCESS THE PATH
Would that I could spend my days
thinking, dreaming
wondering how worst to get
from A to Z,
taking whatever path best
suited my imagination
at that hour.
Would that I knew
what I wanted,
but cared little to pursue it,
prefering to fly
hither and yon,
on wings of delusion
alluding to what I've read
and heard
and considered last week.
Would that I had a different path to take
that this groundbound place,
so familiar
so worn
so proper.
If only I knew a different way...
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