Lost at the Sea of Independence
Lost,
With GPS in hand,
Maps outdated,
Who knew this feeling could still exist.
Lost,
Asking for directions,
Noone can help me.
The voice inside me says still, persist.
Lost,
What destination?
How can I know,
When my location is still unknown.
It is time to reclibrate,
and fade into the dark mist.
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