20 . 10 . A Random Man Talking With The Little Boy He Thought He Had Lost

Where you go, I'll be passing by. What you say, I'll write it
Down. We'll get a bunch of lies. We were close, little S and I
We are all in a surrender pot, Getting caught in busy plots. I will
Say, Little S and I, We're born not to say goodbye!
I let you go like a kind of sprawl. I let you go more than I saw. I
Let you go, L—E—T, I just thought there's no more time to dive
Then you dived to a near host
So far, more than I supposed
I was ten of age and glided
When I chose all the rest inside

I glided 'cause I didn't say hi. I glided 'cause I didn't surprise. I
Glided so many times, We were close, little Self and I
I forgot what we dreamed best, Before... it was nicely canned
Now the staff is getting so mad, We are not... fated to pretend
But time is passing by, Getting old, and where am I? When you
Ask why, N, O, I, This song is a cue reply."