Lost is All We Know

Change that cycles the so-called process of life

Feeling I have everything, and nothing seems tried

Hold in deep breath out shallow

Concentrate before left out in the cold

Gripping and releasing as time passes on

Can’t seem to focus on life’s miles beyond

This very moment who do I say I am

A survivor mostly, with cards of life in hand

Thankful for what has kept me to stay

On a path where many where lead astray

Moving forward and marching on

To the depts of a chorus I sing along

Hold tightly and never left me go

Fall short of ever after I may never know

Can I experience what others dream about?

Can I take for granted what others already doubt?

I come with all I have and offer to give

Not many gifts, some scars, and stories lived

Hang onto the very spark to my name

To one day mold that very flame

Where do we go when lost is all we know?