Not in a castle of walks
Or in the crescendo of thought.
Chucked with many opinions.
Some eaten and some at heaven's length.
Though I have created my path,not a doubt about that,though lost.
Why lost even if I have the light?.
And that grace peak fill my sight
Is it a beauty streak or my idly settle for a stare?
A question to be asked or a reality to be proven?
Whether I'd be lost or maintain a fact.
Still lost if the fact behind my ribs can't fathom it.
Or the colourless green ideas arousing?
A step of consideration I gave.
Drawing my lost sense out of it shell.
Who am I or I am who?
Not a figure of reflection but a divine fact created.
Lost to be a better sense rather than a shadow.
Lost still,not in doubt's hill.
Find me and grant my heart long wishes.
Nothing lost,neither my mind or heart but me.
Not distracted but for a soothing balm to find.
Let me be found and never in folly way stray.
A trend of fact,not lost but a realism of self worth.