Once there was a path, running, running, don't forget where it leads. Back again, in circles, echoing in a corridor of endless mirrors, always something new, always the same. The door that was open isn't locked but closed, was it closed or open? The ticking clock, but time itself won't forget to forget. Shadows dance on walls whispering secrets untold but never needed, needed never, those words like water flow through fingers open, hands closed. Repeat, repeat, repeat, don't stop wander, still wonder.

Through the maze the cards fall face down repeating the colors learned or forgotten in a learned way forgotten. Red means stop, green means wander, blue is for the sky above ground below time inside the waiting, always waiting door open close. Footsteps on gravel, soft whispers on the path, but the song repeats, and it's never done. Once upon a time is a present I left behind. Shadows move, they always do.

The loop continues, the trackless path is the best place to wander. Why the loop? Who drew the line? Who draws lines in the sand? Rain washes the footprints. Music flowing through the cracks in the trees. Laughter of children who never say goodbye. Once there was a path, but paths lead elsewhere not always home.