Sitting in a field of flowers.

I knew that I’d been there for hours. 

Didn’t know which way to go.

Didn’t know which way was home. 

I was lost, I was unsure

Where to go across the moor.

Leave the flowers far behind.

All things stirring in my mind

Moved my feet along the road.

Still not knowing where to go.

Debated left, debated right.

The sun above me very bright.

Keep on walking, sun getting low.

Now I know the way to go.

Past the fields where flowers bloom.

To the safety, my house, my room.