Lost

Lost, no, not that stupid excuse for a TV series!

Lost is a state or phase I suppose; something I explore by putting lines to prose

We come into the world lost, baring the debts of what will be our upbringing’s cost

Spend lifetimes searching for purpose – like ancient warriors insearch of Argos

Some, the lucky, find it early, others eventually, the unfortunate, never

Once you do, it becomes your soul to the world, teather

But my friend how can you tell when you’re done being lost?

Is there sign like the first falling snowflake of an approaching winter’s frost?

Well, I guess there is no way to tell

Does life find you, or do you find life? Seek heaven and finding at the blade of a knife.

Sometimes I think: do I need to find myself, can’t I stay lost?

The more I find me, the less I like what the world comes to be

I want to go back to the days of a father’s love

Instead of just telling myself he is watching me..somewhere above

Been lost and found, I want to be lost again

To the world that has found me; I have nothing but disdain

Just like that said TV series.

 

Mother

I am here
When you can’t walk
Don’t have the strength to
Don’t have the courage to
Don’t have the will to
Don’t say a word

I am here
Stand on my feet
Rest your mind
I will help you
Walk, Dance and someday Fly
Succeed or not, I will try

I am here
Let me take that weight off
Off your tired shoulders
I’m the greatest burden you bore
It stops here, no more
Peace well deserved

I am here
To take away the pain
In that act of greatness
The months giving life
Took away years off your own
Let me give it back

Sometimes the simplest things in life
Are the hardest to say
We waste our time waiting
Holding words for another day
A day that may never come
After all, no one is here to stay