Seldom lost
What joy it was to be alive
The ridicule it has took to strive
The fact of knowing now
Simply exhausts me
It’s not about the destination
It’s always about the journey
That you’ll try to fulfill
The powerful wind keeping you still
It confuses me how easily it got lost
The efforts that turned into rust
The crossed passages of land
Like sand slipping through your hands
What joy it was to be alive
To have a mean not put aside
The rest I now need to find
Simply tears me down
