Lost Is Only A Path Yet To Explore

A soul that managed to lose his way,
A poet who can't find the words to say,
An artist who can't pick the right color,
A daydreamer who's always wrapped in wonder.

Each second passes faster,
Individual minutes that fly,
Bleeding hours we continue to master,
Overcoming the day that sighs.

Paths that weren't taken,
Youth that hasn't shaken,
By the expansive terrain,
Shaped by the colliding "insane,"

Yet what really is "insanity,"
Since crazy is what we're all meant to be,
How can we really define,
"Normal" in this life of mine?

Being lost is only a path yet to explore,
Speechless is sometimes saying more,
Colors seem to gain their power,
In the company of the daydreamer's flower.

What of "love" in this puzzling life,
Knowing it'll cut me like a knife,
Why is it the same that heals,
All too well we know how it feels.

It's purpose - why do we feel it so?
A feeling we all need to know,
For without it what's behind our masks?
The sum of all our tasks?

"We're more than the sum of our parts,"
Regardless of how many "brand new starts,"
There's always something more to find,
As the threads of fate unwind.

A lost soul who's found his way,
A poet who's found the words he wants to say,
An artist who's seen shades of grays,
A daydreamer who's fantasy stays.

Author's Note

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