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I opened the front door
There stood little me
I was young once more
looked to be the age of three
I began to wonder where I’d come from
it was so early; before the sun
there was not another soul around
the world was still; there wasn’t a sound
I gathered my small self and off we went
to find out what this unexpected appearance meant
Hand in hand, we went on our way
neither of us had very much to say
Our journey together, took us through the seasons
when finally, we discovered, what must be the reason:
To find yourself you must go back, and search far
then, meet near the middle, to see why, you are