Poem - Lost to be Found
My existence is streamlined and my life forever foiled,
Consistently boiled down to a career with so many rules I must adhere.
Lost in my mind.
Life is unforgiving but I continue living in fear that it’s all there is.
Surely the mind should be better designed to deal with itself like a functioning adult rather than a bumbling child but alas I’m resigned.
Lost in my mind.
I was born by the wish of another, but I’m still lost in my mind,
Life is stuck at a standstill but my future seems outlined.
I’m sworn to make my mother proud,
Sorry, just stop me. I'm thinking aloud.
Lost in my past.
Waking up trapped in a vicious cycle.
Getting wrapped up in a repetitious trend.
When finally, I got around to admitting a few people seemed to comprehend.
Now I know there’s no shortcut for healing that’s fine.
Just lost in my emotions.
Perhaps by design everyone has to descend through hell once just to know what it’s like.
We just go through the motions pretending that we’re not hiding our emotions just to avoid decline.
I’m lost in my emotions.
I ask honestly how can one know when we are lost?
Grasping for guidance at any cost.
Existence is a constant dichotomy.
Between what we say and what we mean.
What we want and what we need.
Sometimes you’ve got to cede some resistance.
I need some assistance because I’m lost.
Being lost means you're able to be found and to find.
To be lost is to know the confusion will end.
Show yourself you can depend on a friend,
I promise you won't offend.
There is a solution built into life's design,
Don’t stay confined; you can start by being kind.
Then find unity within a community.
But bear in mind it’s a two-way street,
Not something you can gain through a discreet cheat.
The rules are well-defined yet never spoken.
You’ll get what you give.
Life is collaborative.
I was lost and broken but it was so I could be found.
Consistently boiled down to a career with so many rules I must adhere.
Lost in my mind.
Life is unforgiving but I continue living in fear that it’s all there is.
Surely the mind should be better designed to deal with itself like a functioning adult rather than a bumbling child but alas I’m resigned.
Lost in my mind.
I was born by the wish of another, but I’m still lost in my mind,
Life is stuck at a standstill but my future seems outlined.
I’m sworn to make my mother proud,
Sorry, just stop me. I'm thinking aloud.
Lost in my past.
Waking up trapped in a vicious cycle.
Getting wrapped up in a repetitious trend.
When finally, I got around to admitting a few people seemed to comprehend.
Now I know there’s no shortcut for healing that’s fine.
Just lost in my emotions.
Perhaps by design everyone has to descend through hell once just to know what it’s like.
We just go through the motions pretending that we’re not hiding our emotions just to avoid decline.
I’m lost in my emotions.
I ask honestly how can one know when we are lost?
Grasping for guidance at any cost.
Existence is a constant dichotomy.
Between what we say and what we mean.
What we want and what we need.
Sometimes you’ve got to cede some resistance.
I need some assistance because I’m lost.
Being lost means you're able to be found and to find.
To be lost is to know the confusion will end.
Show yourself you can depend on a friend,
I promise you won't offend.
There is a solution built into life's design,
Don’t stay confined; you can start by being kind.
Then find unity within a community.
But bear in mind it’s a two-way street,
Not something you can gain through a discreet cheat.
The rules are well-defined yet never spoken.
You’ll get what you give.
Life is collaborative.
I was lost and broken but it was so I could be found.
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