Lost and Found
Lost And Found
I don't know how I do it,
maybe I just lost my mind.
The thing that I am looking for
the thing I cannot find.
I look around, I say to me
I've been to stranger places.
Then I look again and see
there's only strangers faces.
I don't know how I do it,
I can't pay what it cost.
Each time that I find myself,
I find that I am lost.
So weary oh so weary,
I guess I'm not that strong.
The younger me I cannot see
just packed up and moved on.
So here I sit in silence
and I listen to its sound.
I can't deny it it's too quiet
when lost is where I'm found.
Edwin C Hofert
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