I’m too lost to be distracted by what I’ve lost. Mass confusion is at times the only solution. There are times when I wonder why the lies in life bring me joy. As if there’s something more than the nothingness of illusion. An open sky brings a song of praise, but the emotion invoked is delivered from dysfunctional waves so the meaning gets lost in the fade. I’ve heard the line about all that we know, and all we’ve been shown but the truth of what’s real was given to me from the failure of having kneeled .
I’m too lost to be distracted by what I’ve lost. Each day starts with finding a new way and praying my thoughts will not generate the struggles that defeated me on yesterday. The sun will shine and the people will move…the words will spin, and rhetoric will pick-up its groove and I’ll walk down a plank into a room full of fools. It’s what we all do.
There’s a heavy cost that comes with being lost. The good condition of humanity seems to trail off after a moment of silence…always replaced by selfishness to hide embarrassment. Every journey will meet an end, and all life will eventually bend…there is only one conclusion.
I’m too lost to be distracted by what I’ve lost. I couldn’t see the wonders that pained me and didn’t see the reign as it poured down on me. I’ve been part of the pollution. Hiding behind a smile, I’ll be happy for a while, but all too soon I’ll return to the gloom, in hopes that a satellite will reroute me to a path worth traveling.