About this place I sometimes go

About this place I sometimes go
by myself because it is the way
the path leads and the path is one
I was put on long ago and there is
no apparent way out and the way
back is horrendously impractical
and although I find myself getting
to this place easily, I can never
quite see I am on the way or
the other ways.

There is place I go by myself
on the path
I was put on long ago
surrounded by seriously impenetrable
obstacles that loom
so I stagger on, on this circuitous
route devoid of meaningful detours
failing even to hope
there are other places for me to be.

A frequent visitor to a dense mindless thicket
I can neither stay nor leave for long
I always count all the steps it takes me
to reach the other side.

//ends

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