I turn away from me
Back to back
Not on track
My dreams in a sack
Courage I lack
North, I tack

Once there were three
I, myself, me
Now set free
To wander yonder
To wonder about thunder

If we each walk far enough
From place to place
Maybe ten years
Maybe ten fears
Our lives we’ll trace
Ending full circle
Meeting up
Back at the start
But this time
Face to face….

Hello, my name is _____________

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