//Lost, but not There's a hole that's measureless, Inside my vague mind, Being dug by the leaden tests, Of this kooky life, Where the old version of myself slipped. (Caption) //Lost, but not Fear of getting lost in woods would haunt me, Escorting with my broken toys; The hue of the welkin keeps changing, After gazing at me, As my ecstacy becomes brighter and brighter, With the change in shade.
