Shush, I tell her, she refuses churning out one after another
her pace faster than my groggy walk in the woods
My eyes still not completely awake from slumber
She transports me across time zones, across generations
I am not interested to travel back and forth
I want to be here, in the now
Five decades passed
and yet she rules me
I wish to be unshackled
Each second, each minute
just soak in the moment
not get entangled like the bushes above
yet thoughts do not leave me
and I walk back the trail
thoughts settled like the morning mist.
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