Lost

Lost, going round in circles

Destination seems bleak

With such clarity of mind

Pictures I’m able to paint with words, yet I feel so lost.

Lost, destination being life

Round around in circles with clarity being an illusion

My determined mind knows the path, but my reality fades away like vapour on a cloudy day.

Lost, destination is life

Would I ever untangle this mirage of paths?

Do I have the strength to unravel these knots brought by my complacencies in life?

Am I to blame for being lost?

Is my naivety the ‘Accused?’

Are the jurors my life experiences?

What sentence would you pass on me for trusting?

What sentence would you pass on me for loving?

What sentence would you pass on me for forgiving?

Do I deserve to be lost as this is the only path I ever knew and may ever know?

Written by Toju Cole