Lost


 Is it in your desolate nature?
Or the stacks of clothing i cannot get behind
 Pilling on the very existence that is us
Lost, lost indeed


Find me,
Finding who i am
Do not look at the algae
There is always an untold story
Just ask.
There is always i helping hand

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