Lost

Feels like I’m running out of time.

Dreams to dream, and words to rhyme.

I just keep looking.

Looking for the sparks there once was within me

Looking for a way to figure out who I’m meant to be.

My faith’s gone, so is my pride

And I just gotta find a way to get back in stride.

Regrets come flooding all at once

The hours I spent laughing and dancing,

Under the brilliance of a thousand splendid suns,

The hope that I had to reach the stars,

Is now replaced with fears and doubts that left me with scars.