Lost at Sea

I’m lost at sea,

Come and find me.

I’m drifting away,

As the waves race to the shore.

I think they are lucky,

For they know where to go.

In this vast ocean,

They are not lost at all.

I want to know how,

To find myself in this chaos,

This little thing we call life,

The quintessence of the lost.

Lost things, lost memories, lost people.

Where do they all go?

Is there a black hole of emptiness,

Waiting to be filled as the lost find their way?

The lost finding their way,

The irony of such thing,

Their way to an empty hole of sorrow,

To an isolation of despair.

Are you found then,

Coming to this sanctuary for the lost,

Or are you still lost nonetheless,

In this sea of shallow emptiness?

Another ironic thing to say,

Drowning in shallow waters,

Unable to swim, unable to sway,

Unable to find your way back.

I’m still lost at sea,

Unable to find my own self.

S.O.S., I draw on the sand

I need help finding me,

Save me from this chaos,

Take me away from my own hollowness.