Dylan made me do it

I walk through the trees,
restlessly looking
for a mossless rock
to sit on.

With a failed attempt
at finding that spot
I get up and walk back
to the place.
The room of my own.

The same path, the same shoes, the same bag,
All held together by pins
at this point.

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