The path I followed
Looked so clear
I thought it meant for me.
Thus wound up hill
And leaf-strewn slope,
So caught in bloom
And morning sound
Too late
I saw the path was lost
In wandering, directionless imagining,
At last to disappear in brier’s mire and hiding place.
No more a pilgrim, I,
Just another beast
In endless circle wandering.
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