so feel while they fall

solivagant without

implicit flaws were sheltered by nothing

as they became ties knotted by imperfections

— and from the woes of anguish,

bloomed paths of vine

until they were enmeshed in a labyrinth

explicit with beauty many fell for

the thriving foliage

blooming each year
and sprouting life
at the right time of season

the endless prospects

that piqued curiousity
and hinted at adventure
mock singing symphonies of valor

little did I know,

the end was never near

on every path I walked

on every trail I followed

as I retrace my steps

it looped in perfect circles

each crevice,

each turn,

and each fold

evoking impassive memories

And its irony I realize

What was once mere leaves

is now a garden with trees,
                         and vines,
and things not obvious to the eyes

Searching was like finding a needle in a forest

but all I wanted to know was how long it'd take.