When one drifts from the many
Without a care, without a thought
Makes no plans, leaves no notes
What if, someday, you want to come back?
What then, if the distance is so great
That no train, no plane, no car,
Could ever hope to cross it.
What then, if the hole is so deep
And you were in such a hurry,
And you didn't plan ahead
That you forgot to bring a rope
To pull yourself out.
There's only so much we can do
To try and help.
Eventually we run out of options,
We're at a dead end, what then?
How can we help, if the distance is so great
And the hole is so deep
And our hands are just out of reach,
Or are you not reaching as far as you can?
Are you not trying? What more can we do?
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