“Hello, self!” I whispered to my sunny sorrow.
“Hello my other self!” it replied. “Are you lost?”
“Yes, I am running in these woods from yesterday to ‘morrow,
And all I see are twigs, but neither my isle, nor lighthouse or croft”.
“You are here, you never left here.” said self mad as ‘tis.
“Then how am I running in an endless forest with no one to be seen?”
“You are dreaming, falling into the memories you’ve already been…
Been living once.” Then self left and so did I behind him, like a dunce.