“Lost”
Now you’re lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl you know you’re lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India Lost on a train, lost
Ten days ago,
I fantasized about suicide
For the first time
In a long time–
It’s become unclear to me
What exactly I am supposed to be doing
With this gift God gave me,
Because it seems
That the one thing I’m great at
Just isn’t good enough
And that frightens me–
Not only because it’s all I have,
But because it’s all I want–
Or at least I thought so,
Until I contemplated the thought of losing you
In lieu of it,
And now
I’m not so sure what’s important
Anymore.










