Traveler

I am fine . . . just a little lost, it seems.

If you do not mind waiting on me,

I will find my way back one day.

Maybe we might laugh again,

How foolish was our youth,

How cruel children are,

It really has been long.

If you can wait for me,

Just a little bit longer,

I will make it back.


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