A Different Lost

A Different Lost (For Mzhyper) They say I am strange, for the things I like best. I do things different, never following the rest. I am most happy, when I’m most lost. Of the things I discover, a dream but the cost. Wide is our world, so wild and free. My heart she savors, hear her call to me. Beauty is the grass there under my feet. Between garden blades, take I my seat. Small are the wonders, I see here and there. Alone I observe with not a single care. In the sky I do gaze upon cotton like mist. It falls to the Earth as a passionate kiss. In my soul I do wonder, as I sit on Gods stage. Why no one sits with me, giving up their small cage. For I, being lost, among such wondrous things. To complete mind and soul, like wedding rings. Be at peace my friends, for I’d rather be lost. Why not join me… So little is the cost. And, so great… The gain.