Longing And Lost
If love has a compass I’m still lost,
I’ve gotten used to going without.
Stable adventures have no direction.
Whimsical breath blows direction
trying to guide a spirit feeling lost.
I’m on the hunt for what I’m without.
Passion you just cant live without,
send me at once in that direction.
I’d like to let go of longing and lost.
I was built out of lost without direction.
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