Lost

I came to stop in a deep dark zone,

After walking miles some place away from home.

Unaware of the directions,

Far away from those close connections.

I came to a place where it was just the moon and me,

Isn't being lost sometimes the best place to be?

 

My long journey, I reflected upon

I sat on a stone and waited for dawn.

Those sporadic thoughts,

Those emotional droughts.

No one to answer no one to see,

Isn't being lost sometimes the best place to be?

 

The peace of being away from the world,

The loud noises and the people dull.

A moment for some introspection,

Solace in having no reactions.

I always wondered silently,

Isn't being lost sometimes the best place to be?

 

The deep sleep then the bright dawn,

Just when I was about to yawn.

On the stone where I sat,

There was an arrow painted with black.

I smiled at how surprising life can be,

Isn't being lost sometimes the best place to be?