I feel lost.
Lost in my house,
Lost in my room,
Lost in my chair,
Lost in my clothes,
Lost in my skin,
Lost in my head,
Lost in my thoughts.
How glorious it is to
Set your course in act
And forget about the trifle fact.
I wonder how can a compass point so many ways at once?
I hate how a ship can sail in one direction only.
Sail, ship, compass, thought.
All I want is to think not.
Lost
Dan M. Mercea 