Lost and found.

We are all lost. Lost in the future. Lost in our lives.

Tomorrow is a new day.
Bring me a golden basket – I won’t be surprised.

How will we cope with it all, and stay sane?
What do we need to learn? And why is the lesson mundane?

But then we get up in the morning.

Fresh sheets. Glorious sun, cought in the curtains.
Birds soaring above.
We know our truth is always inside.
No one needs to point that out.

We grasp to make a difference.
We resist to prove the point.
We want to change the outcome.
Oblivious- that was the joint.

Crisp air bursting inside – its own kind of art.
We can be found, while being lost.

If we wide-open the heart.

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