i was driving to lakeside
looking for a familiar house
that i used to go; changes
has me thinking where, which
even natural markers grew
cars are newer, new model
then i saw face peeping
from one of windows, maybe
it was five years, been there
my cell phone was separated
from me; my house is far away
i knocked and i was directed
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