And I chase the mist at times
hoping perhaps to find a place
where I can hide completely from the world for once
but as far I go into the mist, there seems to be none left

until I can see a corn field with a path right in the middle
I tread the path thinking it was meant for me
hoping perhaps to find another coming my way
and so I will be complete, saved finally
but as close as I seem to be getting, the stranger the person seems to me
it sure must be weird keeping a mirror amidst the fields

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