Finders keepers
We’re the seekers
What isn’t lost cannot be found
It’s not elsewhere, it’s all around
Lose your mind
If you want to find
You have to lose to find
What seems out is in
The chest is unlocked
To end is to begin
The waves and the wind
Shhhhh
The birds
[Whistle]
Tell me now
How do you feel?
Running along
The riverside
An empty desert
Where you can’t hide
From highest mountains
To beach and sea
To the lonely forest
Where I’m just with me
Arcata, California and Ashland, Oregon
Rewritten later
Mike Margolies 
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