LOST
Lost
In a tangle of thoughts
Briar thick thorny thoughts
Daring me to venture further
A sweet scent of roses
Bidding me rest, relax
Let the thoughts come to you
For they seek
The playground of your mind
Long for the challenge
Of confusion’s conundrum
Sneer at the strict interpretation
Of simplicity’s duplicity
Wait for the flowers of thought
To bloom
Knowing that their beauty
Will soon be
Lost
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2025
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