Lost
This was submitted by a dear friend of mine in an Omnibus magazine. Her name shall be withheld, but I'll credit her by her initials.
HOLLOW HOPE
---M.G.
---Omnibus 2002
I am lost.
I know my exit,
I know my destination,
Yet I am lost.
I have a plan,
I have a purpose,
Yet I am lost.
I deleiriously drudge through every crevice,
Through the monotony.
Over limits I never know.
Conquering fears,
Making history,
Meeting goals,
Setting standards,
Yet I am lost.
Each turn gets me nowhere...fast,
Like a shortcut to dull.
That explains what I'm feeling now. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know where to turn. The road less traveled is hard to travel through, and all I can do is just keep my head up high.
"To follow through the passage of life, don't click your ruby shoes. Just follow the yellow brick road."
I said that. It was my idea of how you could travel through. But maybe I was wrong.
The shoes are an easy way out. But where are they? I wish they were on my feet, and all I could do was click them 3 times, and say that there's no place like my destination. I wish my dreams were real. I just wish life was simple. I just wish that I have no emotions. I wish everything was dull. Things would be so much easier.
And I wouldn't get lost.
HOLLOW HOPE
---M.G.
---Omnibus 2002
I am lost.
I know my exit,
I know my destination,
Yet I am lost.
I have a plan,
I have a purpose,
Yet I am lost.
I deleiriously drudge through every crevice,
Through the monotony.
Over limits I never know.
Conquering fears,
Making history,
Meeting goals,
Setting standards,
Yet I am lost.
Each turn gets me nowhere...fast,
Like a shortcut to dull.
That explains what I'm feeling now. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know where to turn. The road less traveled is hard to travel through, and all I can do is just keep my head up high.
"To follow through the passage of life, don't click your ruby shoes. Just follow the yellow brick road."
I said that. It was my idea of how you could travel through. But maybe I was wrong.
The shoes are an easy way out. But where are they? I wish they were on my feet, and all I could do was click them 3 times, and say that there's no place like my destination. I wish my dreams were real. I just wish life was simple. I just wish that I have no emotions. I wish everything was dull. Things would be so much easier.
And I wouldn't get lost.