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Mar 2019
Lost, lost, it comes with a cost
the more we are lost the more it will cost
we travel from this place to that place and more
never really knowing what we're looking for
we dabble in this and we dabble in that
sleep in a treehouse and get a new tat
we dress like a hippy and smoke lots of grass
and drive until we've run out of gas
then we try chasing the title and cash
and hoard all we can so we have a stash
when we are old we'll retire with ease
and do whatever the heck that we please
but then we realize we already were!
and then we go right back to acting unsure
around and around, we just do not know
whatever we plant we will reap what we sow
all of our choices seem totally wrong
stilettos and ties, or board-shorts and a thong
am I the type with my hair all in place
or am I the one with the paint on my face
trek through the mountains to find peace and quiet
or sit by the pool on the south beach diet
we look for something that cannot be found
so we just keep moving around and around
but if lost is the state you are in on this day
take heart and remember, it's not here to stay
even Lost has Found, they are good mates
none of us is alone, or in charge of our fates
Fearless
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Fearless  35/F/Somewhere Over the Rain
(35/F/Somewhere Over the Rain)   
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