totem

straying through some kind of garden
remembering the path I came
until I meet a hybrid warden
revealing new parts of some same
 
I was found by a connection
of unknown hidden tendencies
that made up a pure selection
by guiding me through what agrees
with a meaningful distraction
within realms a closed eye sees
like a wood of felt-out trees
 
of a sense hard to discover
by trying guessing in old ways
I was changed - began to hover
above the roots of ancient days
when the winds were getting rougher
as I was bound to my firm trace
trapped in a visionary maze
 
while everything is getting stranger
in a somehow dubious sense
finding peace right next to danger
though every single hunch depends
on some fate visioned to change where
my familiar struggling ends
to face a wilder plan by chance