It doesn’t take long to think on things
Just a detour from the road.
One step off the beaten path
And one step towards unknown.
Chances are the company that
Crossed the stream back there
Has not yet looked from pebbled road
To realize you’re not there.
While ferns and wood fill quite glade
Another thinker steps away from
Traveled road of all that’s known
To edge of wilderness alone.
I know you think these
Two should meet but
In this quiet green retreat
They met back when they chanced to see
That life is more with make believe.
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