Search for me until you can’tSearching among the barren treesSearcher and hider must not become one. I become the searcher; I become the hiderDoes my contradiction contradict itself? Or do I contradict my contradiction?Still I wait for you among the tree lineSwiftly, come nowFor the longer I wait, the longer I searchAnd indefinitely hide finitely, until time itself melts away Search for me until you can’tSearching among the barren treesSearcher and hider must become one. To find myself, must I find you?Come searching among the barren treesI wait for you only momentarily, for you seeI must search for me until you can’t