so you’ve found yourself lost again

the years are behind you
a sense of place or the thrill
fifth empire the reach
everlasting slowly fading
hooray for the glitter and the glamour

and what has been carved out
of flesh and concrete
to stake a claim in name or vision
the search for meaning
and now you’re caught

distraction
it’s the rows and rows and rows and rows
you stand with pride
without belonging
or has it always been there waiting

go ahead
it's your turn