How can you  be lost,
when you know exactly where you are?

Do you stand as so it seems,
whats off, or can you tell?

Your mind stands to congregate,
and your body holds the floor.

Hand and feet move free, and do,
while mouth and eyes have fun.

Lungs gulp down its sweet drink,
skin blushing by it’s warmth.

Epitome of life lived true,
yet something seems slight off tune.

Are your puzzle pieces all intact
Or is there one left, lonely, maroon?

It seems as though love’s left its cage
Each beat in search of you.