Lost

 I find myself lost, while trying to find myself 

And wonder, if being lost is what I'm meant to be

When I'm lost, I'm free 

Free from the illusion 

That someone is waiting for me 

I'm as dark as the shadows I belong 

I'm nor right or wrong 

I'm what's left...

Something between what I was

And what I wanted to be 

Like a tree...

That tried to rise high to the sky

And ended with my roots deep in hell

I'm the caster and the spell 

A heart that beats faster 

When wondering if it shouldn't beat 

Something many wanted to have

But never tried to keep 

I'm no poet, and I can't write poetry 

Even if I would love to be able to do so

I'm something that seems to belong everywhere 

But don't have anywhere to go 

No matter how much I walk 

But maybe that's the poetry of my being 

The one I decided to talk...