My kind of dream

I never thought that being lost

would look quite like this.

They speak of knowing that you're lost

as if there's any bit of certainty involved

whatsoever in the whole process.

But that's not how it really is

Because technically speaking

I'm the least lost that I've ever been.

Technically I'm "finding myself"

I'm "living the dream".

And I mean, in a way, I am.

In a way, life's never been sweeter.

I guess I always thought

that to be lost

you have to be upset.

You're supposed to have hit

bottom to be truly lost.

It's supposed to be hard to 

find your way again.

But me, no, that's not right.

All I have to do

is make up my mind.

So I suppose that's why 

I feel so conflicted.

Because I'm having a great time

being lost. <3

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