Lost and Lonely

Lost and lonely.
That’s how I feel.
Lost and lonely.

Make any sense?

Lost-
I feel like I’m trapped in a maze.
Right in the middle.
Where am I?
I only hope that someone will here my screams.

Lonely-
They all know I’m here, but why won’t they come?
I know why I’m here.
I’m here because I’m searching for something I know is there, at least I think it’s there, hope… but no matter how hard I look, it can’t be found.

Do you ever feel like your searching for something that can’t be found?
I am sure, what you are searching for is quite different to what I’m searching for…

Can you guess what that thing is?


Thought not.