Lost and Found

Lost and Found

Are you yet living?
You who pass as normal?
On this hub of land you wear
The two colors that look good on no one.
I look at the footprints in the sand
and I realize,
I have everything.
You are almost transparent,
Yet I see you as if it were daylight.
You act as if it were all prearranged,
And you tell me that the gates of hell will not prevail.
I have a hand that dares to cease
The fires of mesiocrity.
And as I lay there dying,
I hear you whisper in my ear,
"You made me proud."