Have you ever felt lost? Hurt? Bent?
If yes, have you ever tried to rise again?
To fight despite the wounds
And walk despite the cuffs?
Despite the Ah’s and Oh’s?
Has it ever felt deep
That the world was too small
And you were too big to fit in?
Or perhaps you were too small
And the world cared less.
Has it occurred to you
That the Sun may shine again
If you were the Heir of your time?
Or that you shall be the Son
Of nature’s favorite burden:
Air of dawn.
Like a ribbon of a long ride of dreams,
Red or blue depends on the souls.
Like a metaphor lost between an as or a like,
It feels funny to follow the path after loss;
It feels hard to decide which way it is
Because the compass gives no directional sense.
It all started when you first fell
And tried to get up but could not.
It all starts when you fall again
And ends when you decide to stay
Lost. Hurt. Bent.