Unscrambled brains

Unscrambled brains

A road hidden
Covered by dense trees
My eyes attempt to see
But only observing
Its natural green

The road is there
Right in front of me
I am not blind
And yet it is not
Plain to see

Is this the one said
Less traveled
By those who are free
In the end can the mystery
Be unraveled

This road
I take up then down
is the beaten path
I wonder
Am I just going  around

Time is wasted
Looking for what is ahead
Or holding on to a past
Which is now
Scrambled in my head

To live in the moment
And not linger in the past
Or worry of a future
That just might not be
Is how freedom comes to me