Lost

I always keep wishing

I never fell to the ground

I would never have left the sky

I proved too heavy, too thick

Too arrogant, too impatient to remain

Fell onto an unknown moving mass

Saw other happy people by my side

Or probably laughing at my scene

Before I could digest that moment

I get pushed aside, again I don’t know

I fall through the side onto the spinning

Others like me jumping and rejoicing

Was I the only one crying at this???

How could they love going round and round?

Getting spun and splashed around?

I got spinning once and jumped onto hard ground

I get ran over again and again before they join

Together we go down the side

I start wondering how they got that dirty

Then I realized I was not as dirty as them

Just a tiny splash that was almost invisible

Guess that’s what happens when you avoid risking

I realize am in a bigger crowd

Bigger than the previous and way dirtier

Joined them and down we went

Singing, talking, dancing, jumping

The more we travelled,

The stronger we appeared

We kept it as such picking as we went

Growing bigger and bigger

Creating more fuss and noise

But who were we really

Who am I and what am I here for?

And where am I?

For again in my own mind I got lost

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Hi. Same Old Drama, Different Day. This blog is about me and others, nature, life, blah blah and why everything I like is great even the hurting - still great. If you disagree with anything you find on this page, Well. . . You are probably right..

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