Slowly walking the forest path…

Slowly walking the forest path
Blindfolded by my own hand
Searching, wandering my way to where
Living in a fools paradise
Created for myself and by myself
Passing and never paying attention
Seeing everything, yet seeing nothing
Tangled feet in the forest
Like trees tangled with vines
Forcing, compelling me to stand still
To take time to look and listen
Overpowered by the music and sounds of the forest
Nature has given me a second chance
I can now see the forest
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