awoke in an unfamiliar place,
Spitting all too familiar tastes,
Onto the ghosts I’d passed.
And in mistakes I’m wandering, lost.
Wandering, wondering, wavering, lost.
My pockets exposing their emptiness:
Abandoned peers and empty nests.
With nothing to see but blinding sun.
And so I guess I’ve wandered…lost.
Lo’, then as if wish fulfilled
a course appeared to guide my will!
But I’ve walked too long to turn around.
And now I still wander, lost.
Wander. Wonder. Waver. Lost.