Lost

 

Forest all around

No compass can direct

Our guide where to go

He is lost

He wanders

Aimlessly

We are lost

The brush is thick

Thick with plants

Thick with animals

Thick with Life

The animals, they

Surround us

Moving all around

Almost as if

They want us to stay

But we cannot

We must escape

We are lost

I shut my eyes

For a quick moment

The green I thought surrounded me

Is no more

Green turns to grey

Grass turns to concrete

We are found

I don’t want to be found anymore

I want to be lost

This poem is about: 
Our world
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