You think that these days… that you couldn’t get lost.
But you can. Lost.
I’ve lost my way. Every field just looks like the next.
-Why do things always have to change? I don’t want to be on my own again… Oh, snail this is a terrible place.
-Don’t be afraid.
-I don’t know what I should do.
-Be brave, little one. Be brave.
Sleep, little one. Sleep.
And when you wake, I might be gone.
Sleep. Look around. You will find your own way home.
Someone, Somehow, Somewhere