Lost
Lost….
Lost….
Alas, when I was young, I wanted to know,
I was so happy and bashful; it did show.
Now, at this time that I lost beloved youth,
I am searching for it eagerly but slow.
This journey that we call it life is one way.
No one can turn around or damned to stay.
Where is our destination? Who is driving?
I’m dreaming tonight and live day by day.
What did happen to my comrades and my friends?
They were gone one by one, their story soon bends.
We were all so happy drinking and dancing,
They soon got too drunk; they’re gone. When it ends?
I saw an older man who was getting drunk.
He was talking and dancing with a tree trunk.
When I asked him that what is he doing there?
He said later, we will be part of this junk.
How much longer you've been in love with nonsense?
The nonsense that you call it life is intense.
Get up at dawn and go dance in a light breeze;
To me, being drunk perfectly makes sense.
Have fun this day; tonight might be the long night.
You might sleep through this night; you just might.
Nobody knows tomorrow or the next day,
Drink and dance and laugh; you may do it right.
5/23/17 Haloo
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