if I could point myself out
in a map of things
and erase the blur
of dreams
if I could
trace my steps through crisscrossed
paths
Broad ways winding
detours in that good old sweet narrow
that leads straight somewhere tomorrow
if I could
make a list of other souls
and all the stops
maybe I could find me
you know,
If I knew where to look
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