And where do all the lost things go?
does anybody really know?
things misplaced, objects forgotten,
socks mismatched and food so rotten
Where do they all hide today?
and why is it I who sink away?
finding the place where lost things go
does anybody really know?
because i search from end to end
until all directions start to blend
only to be welcomed by a sound so silent
my mind when searching becomes so violent
it pains me to think they're far away
hidden in the dark as they would say
but there is one thought that dissolves the bother
"maybe these things have found each other."
About Me
- genevieve
- "and if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you" -Mark Twain
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