Lost But I'll Find My Way

A Boy With Roses

Through the smoke of strange surroundings                                                                      

I wander past old delicate buildings                                            

Remembering the old life I once lead                                                                  

I feel so far from yesterday                                            

You walk down a road but you're going the wrong way                          

In city streets I'm lost but I'll find my way                                                                                  

I always do, I always do 

 

Every muse is abandoned like a wisp                                                                                    

An impulsive thought pushing through                                                                              

But then I find myself on the same old road                                                                              

Telling myself things I already know                                                                        

Holding on and never letting go

 

I hear the echo of footprints getting close                                                                      

When I lie awake at night thinking                                                                                      

We are lovers in the dark                                                                                    

Always together, we're never apart                                                                                        

I hold onto Jesus around my neck, so sweet                                                                            

The air I breathe is awkward                                                          

Conversations enough to make me self-conscious                                      

I wind up passive-aggressive, so defensive                                                    

Wasted and selfish                                                                        

In a pile of dying flowers                                                            

Between the stars, my contradictions                                                                  

Lost but I'll find my way. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2021 15:53
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  • Goldfinch60

    That way is always there for you XX, it is through the next door you come to.

    Andy



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