"Lost"
Sitting still in the corner of my mind
Trying to find my way home
Looking and hoping, praying for something
I look around and I'm all alone
Stepping back while I'm squinting, listening for something
Do I hear a thought out in the world?
A murmur, a whisper, a gagged truthful answer
Pursue or will I give up now?
Faintly, consistently, it keeps or ringing
I'm a blind man inside a cold room
Feeling its presence, unaware, it's a present
I turn away from the warmth of a fire
Lost on a lake, in a boat with no paddle
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder
Should I turn now or get lost in the burn?
Do I really want to find my way home?