A Minds Journey

Often times my mind does wander as a bewildered child in the forest.
In one breath elation of the beauty and marvel of a place overflowing with grandeur, the next breath, anxiety of the familiar that is no longer known.
Proceeding down paths that have no passage turning back on themselves to finish, but not where they began. Streams from an unseen source as thoughts that emerge unspoken. Characters vanish as mist ascending through a canopy that sways with a secretive wind. All paths now give the impression of being the similar, yet each one distinctive.