The sun rising over the mountains
Waking me up
From a deep trance.
The deepest of trances.
I wonder where I am,
As the trees block out
The hilly landscape.
Not remembering
What happened last night,
I run to the river
In hopes I can find
My way out of here.
I arrive and find,
Nothing to my surprise,
That the river is
Unrecognizable.
So I search my
Pockets and discover
A piece of paper
That reads "We found
You, come find us."
Not knowing what to think,
I sit and stare
Intensely at the
Landscape I woke up to.
Find my way out?
Find you? You who?
Stubbornness takes over,
As my rational
Side shuts off for
The time being.
I sit and stare
Into the landscape,
Watching. Waiting.
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