How did I find myself so lost out here,
Wavering uncertainly, unknowing
Which way to turn, or where I should be going,
Or what the dangers are that I should fear?
How can I have forgotten who is near,
And who I wish was near? The seeds I'm sowing
Will, I am certain, when they are all growing
Rise upwards to the sun, but it's unclear
Which tendrils they will raise. How can this be?
Am I a fool, or do I simply seem
To be one, for I am incapable
Of opening my eyes enough to see
Where I am wandering. I do not dream,
Yet comprehension seems impossible.
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