Leisurely Journey

I’m on a leisurely journey
And not a single soothsayer could tell
the ideas I might encounter
or the memories invoked by smell

I’m on a leisurely journey
My footsteps fall in the woods

The branches sway in breezes gay
a-mong boles that formerly stood

I’m on a leisurely journey
and my course must now resume

A frantic head may be full of dread
but creation is my boon..

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