Remembering Frost's "Birches"

An ephemeral escape is much needed,

To lose the self in the world different,

World of imagination, true, untrue.

Actuality refuses to let the mind free,

Ponderous in nature, it clutches down,

And we are brought to the grounds.

But the mind is smarter, it plays,

By taking a journey of its own,

Breaching all borders, it runs forward.

Like a wise man, Milton, created lines:

"Where the mind is its own place, and

In itself can make a heaven of hell,

Or even a hell of heaven" - choice remains,

Which moment to take further and,

Which one to let go, difficulty creeps in,

This moment is also sweet and delightful,

Just like the previous one and the next one.