Lost But Soon to be Found
I am growing weary
My patience is very thin
I feel so alone and in need of a good hug
Or something to lift my spirits
To help me restore the faith and hope
In myself and my world
Exercising and sitting around all day is not what I had in mind.
One thing lead to another now here I stand alone
My world collapsing upon me
It's the domino effect
Once one domino fall they all fall in a pattern
Until the very last one topples over then its my duty to pick them up
and rebuild my world with a new solid foundation
Letting the past be the past, the future outlined without any dots connecting just yet
and the present be just that a present or gift
Not knowing what is under the wrapping until the bow is untied
Spontaneous, exciting, and most of all a surprise.
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