Lost

Fliping through the pages and remembering you lost something,

going to find it is the hardess part,

i cant explain it but i know i will find it,

and when i do i will know it will make me apart of something i loved before,

beacuse everything that i miss or dont find at all,

i will know i will never be whoal again ones more,

i dont like not knowing what is a head of me

and what is behind me,

i rather stay on track and follow the path and see were it takes me,

the book i hold with in my hand,

its looseing so much and i need it all back,

so i am running down my own track,

to find what i want is going to far,

i feel tired and restless and so much more,

its hard to be me when i try to find the rest what hides behind the door,

i rather keep going but i'm looseing my self and its taking me to long to get to were i am,

hope is not lost and i will understand,

i cant fill in the blanks in my open book whats sitting on the palm of my hand,

so give me time and i will be right there,

waiting for people to stop me and give me a cheer,

i know i can find away to turn back the time and get what i want its so clear,

but only if i knew how to come back and see everyones faces light up with joy and happyness,

and give me my life back that i had.