I crossed a stream
That some years ago seemed like a river
On the other side I saw a child
Too busy talking with a tree
To notice my passing by
I walked through forests of childhood
Of light-hearted youth
Saw a man carving figures out of pieces of wood
Seemed satisfied
Shining yet distanced
I was about to ask him his story
To understand
As life fell into grey scale
A grey shell
Haze followed the rains
Wiped out all tracks
Unable to trace my steps back or to make a way out
The old man disappeared
And I am left fumbling for change
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