My mind wanders roads

That always lead back

They are not erased

But they are not as they always were

Some are lined in sheltering trees

Branches thick and strong

Gently catching as I pass

Others full of spider webs

Entangling, sparkling with sweet

Enchanting dewdrops

Still more are littered with pages

Confusing swirls of words

Strangely inviting

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