I keep two birds locked in a golden cage, atop the kitchen counter in a dusty, musty house. The paint is peeling, the floorboards are gone, blood streaks the walls, and the two birds stare at me from the confines of their golden cage.
I miss her so much it is almost unbearable. If there is an afterlife, I will make it up to her there; this I swear with my entire being!
Ran around, lost my way,found my way, got confused, searched for answers, nothing. Until i found Him, went to Him and said “Father, i’ve come a long way.”
Downed, again, amidst all the rush and tumble, the trash and the defeat. Everything I ever wanted was lost, and then I saw you again, and started again, because that is what you do to me.
So good, so healthy, so fine.
So far, so lost, so end.
Once I got lost in a huge shopping centre.
They found me pretty quickly but next time they won’t be so lucky.
Hi, I lost my identity — have you seen it?
I think someone took it and I’ve been trying to track them, but I can’t find them ‘cuz they look just like everyone else.
I grabbed the once sweet, loving face I used to know. “My mistake,” I said as I slowly walked away.
I want to be found, but it’s hard to say so when you’re at the bottom of a pool of tears. I seem to be unable to find my way home; perhaps I’m lost.
Dark clouds bellowed and cried overhead. The nerve-rending sound drowned out her voice.
He sat down in his rocking chair on the porch and simply stared out into the distant sunrise, all the while taking short little sips from his fresh coffee, and quick little puffs from his stale cigarettes.
It really was a completely different world out there, without her by his side.
At the edge of his world lay a secret box. Now all he needed was someone to point the way there.