We run deep into the woods, through the straight and narrow.

At this distance, we're one step ahead.  Time flies like an arrow.

Searching for another, searching for another me,

left behind here somewhere, somewhere out among the trees.

You, my lifeboat through the years, how did we get so lost?

You thought I'd abandon everything, just to spare you the cost.

I was out here somewhere, I was out here listening.

Searching for another, searching for another me.

Leaves are crumbling underfoot; we fear a detection.

As I peer through my binoculars, I see my reflection:

I was always in here, it was just too dark to see.

Searching for another, searching for another me.

Photo by Christina Baldwin, (c) 2006

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