The path is smooth, the sky bright But I am in the past, I am in the future Tree-lined avenue, giving cool shadow But I am busy, recycling memories Birds chirping, conversing with me But I am looping, past conversations The nature is divine, divinity itself alongside me Unseen, protecting Watching, guiding, caring But I am not in the moment, I am unaware I still worry, I still cannot surrender I still carry an umbrella