Things,
Small things, big things.
Things always revert back.
This can\'t be changed,
a constant cycle of or ok and not,
breathing and struggling through collapsed lungs.
Lost,
Lost in a world of rhythmless music.
Lost souls,minds and hearts struggle together searching for the maps of stability.
Drifting,
Drifting from the shape of normal.
The fixed position which keeps us as one.
Drifting from the sea of suppressed thoughts we all hide.
Splashing onto the shores of our mind.
Finding,
Finding the truth,finding hope, finding anything to hold onto in the planet of something from nothing.
Lost but found, thoughts change