If for instance I decide to lose myself
In a cave as big as London,
Don’t find me
-find me.
Don’t follow echoes of my footsteps,
Or the smell of cigarettes,
Or the sound of breathing,
And especially not the squiggles on the walls,
Those are escaped thoughts
And will lead you astray,
In a cave as big as London,
Don’t find me
-find me,
Don’t follow the trail of pebbles,
And paper,
And peanut shells,
And a coil of thread that leads the way
To a pool as wide as the Thames,
Don’t cross over to the stalacite as
High as St. Paul’s Cathedral,
Don’t weave your way down a passage
To a hole in the wall,
About 452 yards away,
On the right,
Because you won’t find me
-find me
Sitting at a table set for two,
And if despite of all this
You still do,
Then shh…
-let’s eat.
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