LOST

Ever hit a wrong turn?

Taken the wrong street?

Or the wrong bus?

Then after a while

You see it being dark

And you don’t know where you are

That’s what we call GETTING LOST

And in search of the right way

You keep on hitting left

Till you lose memory,

Of how right looks like

Of how it smells and taste

Am talking of getting lost

And not wanting to be found

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel

And running away from it

Not coz you heard some hooting

But because, it felt more like sunshine

So fresh,

Fresh?

Fresh to me is now strange

So I rather stick to this stink

It might sound ish, brrr

Like a chill

Or even call it sick

But to me, this is what am used to now

This is what that makes my heart beat slow

In the beginning I was lost

But now, lost found what I searched for.