Where am I? I do not know
What am I? I know not how to show
What to do, what to say
Is anything okay?
When I entered this world
Did I jump or was I thrown?
Now I am lost in the middle of the sea
Being chased by the cloudy storm filled sky
Will I ever survive?
What am I? What are you?
What is anyone?
Am I a victim or a monster?
Is anyone out there?
Does anybody care?
A body lay limp twitching with agony
A wondering soul now with no home
Tortured or loved?
If one is lost
How does one become found?
What if no one was found?
Because no one was ever lost?
Is there a reason to these words?
What am I saying? What are you thinking?
The clock I wrote of once before
Round and round it goes now makes me sore
Fore there is no clock that turns the other way
This ink pored onto the paper is my heart
I promise you it will never be erased
So if I may become lost
I know where to be found