Don’t know where I am, starting to lose
sense of who I am, but that can’t occur.
See, while my location may be unknown,
my identity and ideals cannot be gone
for that is what it truly means to be lost.
What does material object mean to my heart
if I can’t decide why it would matter to myself
in the first place or how it applies to me.
If my sense of self-expression, evaluation,
worth, and even as far as love is astray
I truly am stranded.