That depends on what you mean.
Why would you ask me such a question,
If you really knew who you've been?
You could almost die and the thoughts in your head,
Would belie that you don't know who you are.
You've lost your head and I don't know why,
Until we've walked too far,
And I have to turn back,
Because we've dropped something on the way,
And if we go on without it,
We both know at end of day,
That it won't be alright,
Because we'll be cold and alone,
And wish we'd have taken the extra time,
To leave better prepared, our home.
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