I wander the trodden path
As little flowers push through the earth
The sun beats down without any wrath
It settles around me like a warm bath.

There is a slight mist
That clogs my vision
But i'm sure it won't persist
If I keep moving and resist.

The grass here is much thicker
And taller, it has grown
And now I am left to bicker
With how I can't move any quicker.

I think I might have lost my way
Because I am no longer on the path
Fighting through this grassy fray
Where I am now, I can not say.

But i'm sure i'll find the trodden trail
That so many have walked before
But creating a new path could not fail
For I don't have a place to sail.

The grass isn't rough
It is soft and warm
I can relax and remove my bluff
Of one who always looks so tough.

I have never felt such tranquility
In being in an unfamiliar place
It's as if all I needed was some stability
To clear up the misty visibility.

So now I lay down and I close one eye
Thinking about how tomorrow will be
I hum briefly a little lullaby
As I wonder to myself, where am I?