When I was a boy

I explored underground tunnels I could walk through

Water flowing 

Constant echoes

Sometimes I saw a face in a distant darkness

An old man’s glowing bald head

Peering at me from that darkness

Trying to talk to me

Beckoning to me to follow him into the darkness.

I remember that boy

Those tunnels I walked through

That face I saw

That raspy whispering voice.

Looking in the mirror sometimes…

I see that THAT face I saw so long in the echoing darkness

Was my face

Is MY face                     

                                          NOW.

(Oh what would have happened had I ran through the darkness after the old man’s face that is MY face now…

Oh what would have happened to the boy that I was…

Had I met the old man I am now…

In the darkness

In my Echoes. )

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