Someday when you are me, and I am but a tadpole swimming upstream for a mate, who will you be?
Are paths I have already walked been crossed and unavailable, or will you face again the choices, same as me?
And will they cross at all in déja vu and who you are is who I was once too and will that make you sad?
How will you walk the maze, will my memory help decide, and will you sigh and turn around or see it through?
I’d like to guide you through the way I’ve come to up til now, and yet somehow I think you’ll find a better way.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology