Lost

Had the earth been flat; I would have the direction to walk. I would look beautiful and at peace, Like the golden autumn and mesmerizing spring. I can't choose the side on this globe, Thus, losing myself to my curiosity, temptations and experiencing sheer vastness and complexity. Unschooled of how long the scars would remain, I put up the sword in the air. Everytime my sword stricks the other, The mild message yet unheard is thrown my way. The music I heard mystified those chaos and cries from the battle field. Until my arms could no longer hold the shield, Until those small wounds reopened, Until I saw my down cast appearance of my head, I realized that victory is not mine if I win, Yet if I loose all of me would be taken along with this defeat. The fight with the roller coaster of emotions And the fight with myself Is all I did. Thank you!!!!