Lost

Being lost is hard.
You are alone, scared, and sad.
You think of all the memories you had.

You notice you miss people you thought you never would.
You remember the bad times and you want to cry;
To just redo it and change time.

But sometimes, if you are found,
You feel more lost than before.
Like you’re by your self standing alone by the door.

And you feel like you want to be lost again.
You want to wander around in the shadows,
During dusk in quiet spacious meadows.

To search until you find what you are looking for.
But when you start you don’t know,
Which path to choose and where to go.

Before you find it,
You just want to get lost.
To be alone no matter what the cost.