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Lost (a poem)

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Published on Oct 28, 2009

Music: http://ccmixter.org/people/queeniemusic
Arising like the dead
on a sharp November night
The fog, the dark, the autumn air
They fill me up with fright
And bring me back
at once, at last
to be lost one more time
they say you have to lose yourself
to really find your mind
Dogs of hell off in the distance
Hearing things when I don't listen
I see myself in others faces
I laugh as I try to embrace it
I am lost yet I'm alive
the world sometimes
seems to have died
I run away from all this noise
the agony, insipid joy
I run away, this fear, unknowing
the darkest fog is always showing
I'll fight until the end of time
I'll never let the world inside
because I fear that if i do
it's as if i've already loosed
maybe i am still confused
but can not tolerate being used
and yes, this fear is really real
emotions, nerves they truly feel
and if i won't find home one day
at least be lost in my own way
a farway and yesterland
an island in the sea
the little lighthouse all alone
laughing, ecstacy
i laugh, this cosmic joke
and cry
and wonder
where am i
cringe beneath the bluest sky
i'm lost
but i'd rather be
lost in truth and tragedy
than lying in ecstacy

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