Camouflage,

an inner voice

told me harshly:


\"You\'re about to getting known!\"


The tragedy

of a hidden

treasure

beeing found

was about

to happen.


You see,

what\'s left

if the map

is found?


What little


is left?



I mean,

a small

puddle

of magic?


What\'s it worth?



On the forest floor,

when each day


the visitors

are counted

by the fingers on my hands,

rather than by the soul

of my beeing,


then where would I go?


Go find the fairy,

go find the fairy and ponder:

How fair

is the transition

of a gentle forestry path?


How fair

is a well travelled road?


Day by day relentlessly

inching forward.


Would you walk

the path

and add

to the treasure,


or ride

the highway

and grab

something precious?


How\'s the essence

of your

mind?



Would

you,



Camouflage?