What path am I on?

She follows the forest’s path,

Addicted to its

Winding presence

And

Tempted by its

Maze of untold stories.

At her feet,

Grass and wildflowers

Cradle her every step,

Propelling her forward

In innocent persuasion.

She greedily basks in the dreamlike world,

Embracing the reality as her own.

However,

She cannot escape the lingering unease

That she

Herself

Crafted the enchanting trail,

And that,

Rather than a magical journey of self-exploration,

It is simply a glorified route of diversion.