When I was five and some
I walked to the lake alone
Across three busy streets
And a bridge over the tracks
And was later found
Playing on the sand
Where I had spent the day
Asking for food from strangers
Or when I needed something to drink
Convincing them my parents
Were just there down the beach
Was I dreaming or lying
It felt so free to be on my own
Making it up as I went along
But all I remember about that day
Besides the terror of my mother
Going on in the background
Was a long conversation with the lake
In which I learned you too were
In the world and I would find you
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