Lost

Lost in time and lost in space,

Leaning forward, moving back two pace;

Sipping around, watching the world crash down,

Breathing by shameless grace.

Lost in words and lost in thoughts,

Between love and life caught;

Staring up, holding a cup,

Standing on a pile of fraud.

Lost in cities and lost in towns,

Sniffing pockets as hounds;

For coin and bone, to escape this zone,

To be worthy of holding ground.

Lost in exchange and lost in trade,

And what you wish is what you never get;

The best in all eyes, what you get without tries,

That pays the obvious and kills the rest .

Lost in the open, lost in the closed,

In a quest for tenacious toes;

Oh I cannot decide; what is wrong and what is right?

And stronger this inquisition grows.

Lost in the clouds, lost in the winds,

Nimble nimbus above waiting;

To pour rain or fire, does it matter what I desire?

To the centre, all gyrating.

Lost in feelings that beg understanding,

But they understand not where the world's caught,

And that is meant to be.

For a war's coming, to where I stand grinning.