Walking in a forest... down a narrow path

"don't stray from the path" he says

a voice draws me to the left, speaking of pure

technicolor freedom. It leads me to an open

field. I am able to see all, I am able to feel all

the emotions of the flowers. A breeze stirs up

the flowers and they dance for me. A dance of love

and happiness. I hear the old man call me back

to the path. I ignore him until hes just someone

elses imagination. I like it here on the prarie.

The smells caress my body withsuch strong emotions.

I lay here, sun, warmth. I jump up, afraid of being rooted

I remember an old man, a path. I wander toward a forrest

I hope to find something that proves I was not imagining it

All. I find nothing. The trees grow around me. They close

In on me. I am stuck now. Not on a path from a man, and not

In a field. Trapped. I will be here until I find a way out.

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