Lost

 

Before I was ever lost in thought,
I was lost in bliss.
I ran through the summer air
with lightning bugs, like this.

I was glad to roam the earth
without a care to call my own.
My troubles were the simple kind,
in a safety zone.

And after many years
of roaming with a heavy mind,
I find myself lost again
with only bliss to find.

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