Seeking the dust I strove on
Memories inflict my train of thought
Where I am headed I know not
Gushes of wind strike the face
Whispering something tragic and vile
Not understanding, everything seems futile
Maybe LOST is the word I'm looking for
But do words really make sense?
Or just assist in losing essence?
Who said losing is cynical?
Positive and the negative
Are they not mere words in the end?
Created to be more creative?
I've embraced the garlands of misery
Yes you've recognized me true
I am a human being
There's nothing I can do
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