Lost and Confused Thoughts (Poetry)
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I sometimes wonder,
will this last as the cigarret smoke clings to my hair?
Will I wake up one morning with only vague fragments to compare?
So much has been buried over time
People have drifted, and been lost
They're no longer there to find
Everything has its hidden cost
The path I came from has been blown away
So I stand here, lost to this very day
My only sense of direction is an idea
My walk will be never ending,
for there is no Utopia
The wind whispers to go on
I complain that the path is too long
The wind speaks louder,
the sky becomes cloudier
In a moment the rain comes down
I listen to its sound
The wind directs the masses of water
I notice a tiny flower grow taller
The wind whispers to go on
I will find my place
But I fear the wind will someday be gone,
That maybe it will sting my face
I walk on