Lost or Misplaced

When things are lost or just misplaced, It’s more than just annoying, For time spent looking’s such a waste While good moods face destroying. Since even in a smallish space There’s lots of room for hiding, So when you’ve searched most every place, Frustration’s not subsiding. If giving up is not a choice, You’re stuck without direction And even if your inner voice Is battling dejection There has to be a point at which The chances shrink to slender Of finding what you lost, so switch Your goal and just surrender.