Lost and Found (The Lost Poem 3)

Again out has gone the tide,
Once again my soul cries.
Never can I make things go right,
Without some kind of pain.

The doors that close and open again.
Never will be once the same.
Why do I feel this way?
That no one really cares...

What is lost, will be found.
But do you wish to look?
Tell me what is near or far,
Tell me where it shook.

If I can look behind again,
Where would the pain go?
For what you seek is not revenge,
But to better your soul.

Tell me how many breaks,
And how many kills.
Before to the ground I stake,
My memory and my will.

Why does it come again?
Why do I cry?
When I can tell somthin,
Plainly goodbye?

Truly what was lost was found.
Truly again they lost it...
But don't bury it underground,
For there it will not sit.

Once or twice it's told,
"I care not what you seek"
But let this now unfold,
For even the low and meek.

Nothing is more the same,
Than all our quests for now.
All quests for some fame,
Without just asking how.

So once again I walk the road,
One confusion and of pain.
And no one can crack the code,
Like no one stops the rain.

Here they go for one last time,
Uttering famous words.
For those that think of only "mine",
May think more of the birds.

For who would stop just to say,
These two or three things?
Not many have time to pay,
For they think themselves kings.

But these words of some fame,
Are used just to forgive.
For sure as day you will find pain,
If without these words you live.

Here ends this simple thought,
Read it if you may.
Maybe someone will have caught,
What I tried to say.