the Loser's Find

Hand over brow, sweeping

horizon 

over and over to find

something new. 

Head over heals, falling 

in circles,

don't even realize you don't 

have to look. 

You do have to lose. 

Lose like a loser. 

Fall as a failure of life 

would fall. 

And reach for the skies. 

Reach like a beggar

reaches for what he has lost

and found.