It’s like déjà vu, the creek and its surrounding.
I know it’s the creek my parents used to take me to.
Then, I see my parents, taking the little me,
up the stream, helping each other.
Suddenly, the little me gets lost.
My parents fight fiercely as they try to find me, rapidly aging.
I, out of instinct, join the search.
Then, I finally find him, so I hold him close and tight.
Strangely, he vanishes.
And I turn back.
I see my parents, with their hair white as snow,
standing there, looking right at me.
It turns out that the one they’re searching for is me,
as opposed to the much younger version of me.