Lost

To have thought and not have a thought. To walk and not know were I roamed. Just at speech my minds so distraught, Knowing my point was once there then withdrawn. My life's been through so much, I''ve taking so many steps astray. How do you still say you love such? When nothing is right; nothing is of weight. This that I long, could it, should it be dark? This road and highway, my labyrinth, no patients, My oasis! In my mind a dark park, I awake, Scared, alone, close to isolation! I awake to find it a figment, I've never been so lost, so indigent.