I'm lost in the brevity of life,
the lack of depth in a mirror
that seems to go on forever.
I don't understand how I can
be so consumed making love
but come back to life after.

I was running and saw a deer
helpless and impaled dying on
the fancy fence made of spears.
I tried to save him but failed
and felt more lost and helpless
than ever and maybe impaled.

I look for me from childhood
for a starting point on my map.
All I see are vast empty echoes
where laughter should be heard
but silence gives naught. You're
my true north but I'm still lost.