Dec 2019
It is hard to find a light
A moth drawn to the flame
Because we have lost something special
Oh, where are we?
It is hard to understand
How life has changed
We’ve lost our old selves
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Standing all alone, in the dark?
Is it because he can’t find the light?
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Crying from his soul?
Is it because he can’t find himself?
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Trying to pull apart from the dark?
Is it because the dark is blinding?
Oh, where are we?
Maybe that human is us
And we can’t find something missing
We have lost someone long the way, ourselves...
Oh, where are we?
A moth drawn to the flame
Because we have lost something special
Oh, where are we?
It is hard to understand
How life has changed
We’ve lost our old selves
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Standing all alone, in the dark?
Is it because he can’t find the light?
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Crying from his soul?
Is it because he can’t find himself?
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Trying to pull apart from the dark?
Is it because the dark is blinding?
Oh, where are we?
Maybe that human is us
And we can’t find something missing
We have lost someone long the way, ourselves...
Oh, where are we?
I have written this poem with the thought of getting ourselves lost and then trying to find ourselves but being unable to. My intention was to never point this on to anyone. Not even myself. It is to all the people who are feeling like this with me.
