not knowing when or where it started
mind gone blissfully blank
drunk on the love of adventure
let me keep going further
through these winding trails
not a forest, neither a jungle
so lush and deceptively beautiful
overgrown with subtle thorns
hear a birds melancholy tune
the sun fades and night comes
not lost but willingly giving in
to the surrender of a journey
trusting, memorizing only sensations
to nowhere that I know
grabbing every tree as I go
not ending up where I thought
the destination somehow wrong
though looking back on sodden ground
i can’t help but smile
wondering if I’ll get lost again