Sunday, October 16, 2016

Beautifully Lost

I'm lost in a forest, surrounded by beauty
and all I must do is take a path.
I was so stuck on my sense of duty,
that now I feel the lost map's wrath.

At once, it would have made my way,
but that was before it disappeared.
I know it'd guide me, ne'er astray,
but it was gone when the clouds had cleared.

I see the north, the south, the west
for the east is to my back this year.
I know, to go, would be my best.
To walk away until I'm clear.

Yet the forest, it draws you,
and it forces your grin.
It's beauty a marvel,
though it feels like a sin.

For the colors are striking
as the light shines through.
Being lost is like hiking,
if you hadn't a clue.

But to those who know,
who've done this before,
You reap what you sow,
and you'll bleed to the core.

I'm lost in the bloom.
and I know it'll kill me.
and it's worth the gloom,
To be right where I should be.

So where is the map,
that I made long ago.
I'd love just a scrap.
of where I should go.

I've been here before,
and lived to explain,
though my body was sore.
I'd escaped all the same.

I drew a grand map,
if this happened anew.
but now I'm the sap,
For I've lost what I knew.

The one thing that's grand,
as I work all this out
Is here where I stand,
there's still beauty about.

A beauty that rules,
a beauty that kills,
a beauty for fools,
and a beauty of thrills

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