Don't we have work to do
And yet I find you staring
At the aspen or searching the clouds
(There are no clouds in the perfect blue)
As though you're trying to continue
Some lost dream now half-awake
What mountain are you walking
Around what old trails
Do you hope will lead you
To yourself don't you see
The one behind you and the one
Who runs ahead how your feet
Are wearing the mountain away
Old friend come home to me
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