I saw a path down the red brown bricks
A call saying “Come along with me”
The shrubs changed to trees
The flowers transforming twigs
Sometimes narrow, sometimes opening deep
I walked by the herds of sheep.
I thought I knew those lanes by now
By-lanes crept up unknown unseen
I halted, took a break from it
To enquire from the herdsmen’s chiefs
What path did they see?
They knew no path
Just walked and walked
They chose the trail
With the greener grass
The grass was green in bits and parts
Which was my bit, which part was that?
The call was faint, the mist grew thick
I took the first step
I heard my heart beat
I guess this is it, I hope I am there
Where I wanted to Be…
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