i'm lone for now
but i will get lonely someday,
in some way.

Some say ignorance is bliss, but ain't nothin bliss about not knowing what to say.
During the day i wander far away, sometimes i stay, and sometimes i stay lost.
But i wouldn't say i'm completely sad, just deeply saddened at times. But sorrow has melody i tend to say, so i often sink in solitude, with quiet flute-sound as companion.

We can be lost in so many different aspects ya know.
In prospects that keep us hopeful when we rise and fall.
But thats not always a bad thing, though we do tend to lie in lies that feel all so true,
hence why we seek truth, but get lost anyway, and love to love and be loved, yet we won't forget lust in anyway.
But theres only one type of lost that is beyond all mortal cost, yet its debt has long been paid by that One we tend to cross.

I've been told "where the mind goes the man follows"

so as i go on my gentle way, there's just one thing left to say,
keep calm, watch the storm go by
wave goodbye, wave hello,
let things go,
because it's the simpler-subtler things that sing with utter adore