Lost
A lost soul
just another in a night full of us
spent another hour on the city bus
staring out the window
wondering if I can achieve my dreams like winslow
feelings strange on this eve
Wonder if the world is really how I percieve
its a real question and I just have to believe
look up and I'm lost
I was cooking with fate
and I got lost in the sauce
I shouldve taken the time to wait
but instead I tried to rush the gloss
I took the bait and thought I was the boss
oh well thats the way things got
dont matter to me
because I enjoy being lost
This poem is about:
Me