Quietly she walks along the path not walked in years.
Old, worn out boots stumble along the path's way.
The girl has a wary look upon on such a young face,
even she is confused as to why.
The quiet trees reflect a time long forgotten by the 21st century world,
and she is reminded of a time that happens in the not-so distant past.
She doesn't understand why the path isn't so well worn, its a short cut.
The truth has even evaded her as to what reality is or what its preceved to be.
