A Natural Path

Wandering down ancient paths,
Creators long gone,
Reality defies the map.
Logic overruled.
Bereft of common landmarks,
The map still holds truth.
The rattling leaves replace
Ticking clocks and ringing phones
As keepers of serenity.
Time marches
With no one to keep the beat
As babbling, rambling brooks
Pass the time away.

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