To live is to be lost...

lost within the mind, 

within books,

within studies. 

Within ideas that can't fathom constellations, 

far as the very depths that the soul cannot reach. 

To be lost within the beauty of complexity, 

how strictly such a concept holds our gaze. 

Within thoughts that drown our voices;

mere whispers we cannot silence. 

Within all of life's grandeur, 

we live to be lost.