I know that I am a little lost.
A little cryptic too.
A bit preoccupied, of course.
And a little bit blue.
I am young right now.
But forever, I wont be.
A winding path, for myself to show.
Where it takes, we'll see.
I know that I'm listless.
A little bit screwed.
With words restless,
I am a song, unwritten too.
To be complete.
Is an end I long for.
To be replete.
With memories to sing of.
I confuse you for much more.
Dear Life,
I fight and sometimes I lose,
Left disappointed and sore.
But not all who wander are lost,
And all who are lost, want to be found.
Leaving things behind is a cost.
In saying this, I might even sound unsound.
Like it! Sometimes, it is in these moments of confusion that we find ourselves and realize the things that actually matter to us.
Keep writing!