Here I wrote you a poem

Are You Lost?

A question I posed in an uncharted place

surrounded by trees and mist,

as I was walking with no need for haste

someone grasped my wrist.

I turned to a man who was conflicted inside

someone I never knew.

I asked are you lost to which he replied:

I’m not really sure, are you?

It was then I noticed I too didn’t know.

I bid him a brief goodbye.

I must have been lost having nowhere to go

but what kind of lost was I?

A few on their travels will misread their maps

or lose them when they roam.

For others odd struggles are dropped in their laps

getting lost without leaving home.

These ones lost sight of their beacon or guide,

in a place or just in their mind.

But then there are those who get lost to hide.

To escape their distress for a time

Some get lost just to see what they’ll find

or by whom they will be discovered.

Because someone who’s lost doesn’t have to walk blind

losing some things can make room for others.

This truth I learned in a familiar place

As sunlight drove out the frost

You can find yourself and continue the race

if you know why you are lost.