Losing track of all your time or
losing sight of all your mess -
even losing steam and speed
can pave the way toward happiness
Suddenly, in place of plans,
you're rolling in a field of green,
not knowing where you're heading to,
forgetting every place you've been.
You let your tightened jaw go slack,
you let your body bounce along.
You never think of going back -
your pant becomes a note, then song.
And through the thicket you embark,
the feet unmindful of the day.
And thus, traversing in the dark,
you're happy to have lost your way.