LOVE BEING LOST

Love being lost My tears merge with the storm The cool rain is making me sweat Don't want to be found Nobody is wondering Love being lost So enjoy the quiet vibe of being invisible So much of so many that I so miss Don't want to be found The mirrors go black in solidified hibernation Love being lost The apples receive scars from the falling limbs of aging time Soaked to the bone and blue throughout my weary soul Don't want to be found Everybody is centered on self Love being lost Stuck in the past like bloody thorns counting sheep making wishes Happiness is missing the time machine that I have not the simplest of talents to make Don't want to be found My favorite parking spot is wherever and whatever is long since forgotten like unsung trailblazers collecting mummified dust