I am lost and confused
I wonder are we alone in the universe
I hear voices every night
I see lights flying and dancing every day trying to fight
I want reason and purpose for my very existence
I am lost and confused
I pretend to have answers while not being fazed
I feel sorrow for men and women across
I cry for the helpless and those of stolen innocence
I worry of staying still in moments as time ticks on
I touch my hand with the hand of hope
I am lost and confused
I understand not everything will go my way
I say be optimistic for situations come as they may light shall shine once again
I dream to leave for the safety of ones close for i feel indignant and in a bind
I try to be positive but some how and some way time tends to wind
I hope for perseverance despite hardships
For I am lost but not at all confused
Poetry
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I find that we’re all always a little lost. Because to be lost is to not have everything figured out, and nobody has everything figured out.
Nice poem.