Lost

 

Lost

 

 

When you’re lost

Do you always know that you are?

You see a light

Is it yours?

You stumble and grasp

But promise is fleeting

Or not given at all.

“Never” is as inconsequential as “always”

Only change is eternal.

You are lost.

Are you to find yourself?

Or must someone find you?

Will either serve?

Will both?

How can you find the answers

When you don’t know what the questions are?

And how do you stop asking?

 

Cliff Lake 11/12/2014

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2014

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