My mind is a wondrous place
Beautiful lakes to bathe in
Unseen heights to soar from
Treasures to uncover

But oftentimes this mind of mine
Strays from the path
Lost in a maze of old oaks
Tripping on loose stones
Tangled in thorns
Struggling to see through the fog

In these times I have to
Find my own hand
To lead myself back to the light
Sometimes I have help from friends
Sometimes I have help from words
But mostly, I have help from myself

We all have our own worlds
Held in our minds
Many memories
Hopes and dreams
Kind and wicked thoughts

I just hope,
For all of us,
That when we get lost in the wild
We manage to find a way back

l.v.s