Lost
James 1:11 New English Translation (NET Bible)
11 For the sun rises with its heat and dries up the meadow; the petal of the flower falls off and its beauty is lost forever. So also the rich person in the midst of his pursuits will wither away.
Lost
Lost in the saddle holding down a peddle
The horse itself has long disappeared
Following own's hand while still in the cradle
Illusions now are habitual clear and near
Singing a song with a dry tongue
Using many words long-forgotten
Calling a sniper to pay the piper
On the path often by others trodden
With a little hope grasping a rope
Long enough to hang and dangle
Hanging on to the rope like a silly dope
To ensure self not to ever strangle
Jan Wienen
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