A Path Into Childhood Poem by Basil Bucolic

People go on a sidewalk
(usually even)
as well as I
go on a path
through forest (& field)
for them that sidewalk
is the only road
to any prosperity
for me it's nothing
only that path is
meaningful
significant
important
it leads me to richness
though never ends
& I don't need the finish
my happiness my bliss
in the very stepping
in surviving each step
as an aroma of melon
lying on my way
that melon contains
all the universe
but that sidewalk
so cherished by many
is also my lot
my senseless burden
that's why I always step
on a path
through forest (& field)
running under that
populous
noisy
sidewalk