Sunday, April 04, 2004
I think N wrote this.
LOST
Are you lost, little one?
Don't know how you got here,
or where you're going now?
What does being lost feel like?
Do you feel scared, like I do
when I'm lost?
Or upset, like when
I've lost?
Maybe you're in that
warm, secret, fuzzy compartment
hiding in the dryer
where all my lost socks have gone...
You know, through it all
I've always admired you.
And some day, I'll get lost,
and be together with you.
LOST
Are you lost, little one?
Don't know how you got here,
or where you're going now?
What does being lost feel like?
Do you feel scared, like I do
when I'm lost?
Or upset, like when
I've lost?
Maybe you're in that
warm, secret, fuzzy compartment
hiding in the dryer
where all my lost socks have gone...
You know, through it all
I've always admired you.
And some day, I'll get lost,
and be together with you.
