quite often if paying attention
Paths offering of themselves
more than mere dirt and broken stems
toward a grassy unknown
But too many times
we leave our feet
to do the choosing
our heads too far from the ground
sleepwalking through the clouds
of our bustling crowded days
decisions made in a haze
considered far too late
if at all among rocks and road apples
down a fork we never saw
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