Little Boy Lost, In Search of Little Boy Found

Little boy lost
You go on worrying, wandering, stumbling, tumbling, round -- round:
when will you find what's on the tip of your mind?
Why are you blind,
to all you
ever were,
never were,
really are,
nearly are?

Little boy lost, in search of little boy found
will you ever be done
traveling--
always unraveling you? you!

Running away
could lead you further astray
and
as for fishing in streams
for pieces of dreams:
those pieces will never fit,
what is the sense of it?

Little boy true
don't let your little sheep roam,
It's time to come blow your horn,
meet the morn,
look and see,
can you be far from Home!

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