Get lost to be found,
place feet on the ground.
Live thine own life –
lest it be fleet as a breeze.

Balance virtue and vice.
Still quivering unease –
at worlds terror and strife.
Greatest glory, hath greater price.

Is life lived ones only?
Much observed in verse –
others gave life to me…
Wonderous, yet cursed.
Spend days lonely,
wish to be free.

On the right track,
on the wrong train.
Walk on forth,
sail seas to new ports.

Never looking back,
nothing the same.
Skies the limit,
closer each minute.

Got lost, to be found –
both feet on the ground

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