I get lost on long streets
Always in the dark
Always dead ends
never what I think is the right way
Have you ever been lost
In the wild winds
Or in the blazing sunlight
hitting the skin of your arms
Maybe you could understand it then,
the rush of the feeling
I wouldn't know how to explain, I couldn't tell you now
It all feels so old like Egyptian scriptures on walls,
you have to know the language to decipher the meaning
But I have never been good at speaking a language that isn't the one in my head,
or finding my way on long lost roads,
or feeling the sun without knowing the burn that will be left on my skin.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 10:32 PM UTC
I get lost on long streets
Always in the dark
Always dead ends
never what I think is the right way
Have you ever been lost
In the wild winds
Or in the blazing sunlight
hitting the skin of your arms
Maybe you could understand it then,
the rush of the feeling
I wouldn't know how to explain, I couldn't tell you now
It all feels so old like Egyptian scriptures on walls,
you have to know the language to decipher the meaning
But I have never been good at speaking a language that isn't the one in my head,
or finding my way on long lost roads,
or feeling the sun without knowing the burn that will be left on my skin.
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