all we touched belonged to us. our ways got us lost, in our little world held in a chest making sure for its longevity.
on top of big rock i climbed, i gazed. time persisted. i stood still. glanced were unfamiliar clouds. i kept coming back to the place. every day. realizing it was but another. i realized that i was lost. for that haven may not have existed.
i kept looking for that path. the earth whispered hopelessness, i insisted. lost. i search. i hold on believing that i saw.
