Day 505: Lost Like Me

This early morning, I woke up silently singing a song I’d never heard before. In the dark, wee hours, I captured as many of the lyrics I could, before returning to bed, still humming…

 

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you told me once that i was lost;
that i couldn’t understand what you clearly saw.
you told me God was a recipe
and those who couldn’t cook would be lost like me.

so i followed all the rules and i did my part;
i played that role like a movie star.
but when THE END comes in final frame,
not sure the show should have been so tame.

wasn’t i made to be wild?

the thorns on roses don’t reconcile

for they were put
there,
too.

for to protect
the
bloom.

if getting found
means i can’t be free,

i think i’d rather
lost like me.

 

a woman won is a woman done.
that’s how my momma raised me.
when you see cages of gold, you run,
never give consent to restrain your sea.

because,
the world is full of all kinds of love,
b’ware the pretty ones that would own you.
like all the angels that live above
the birds in flight have a real home, too.

wasn’t i made to be wild?

the thorns on roses don’t reconcile

for they were put
there,
too.

for to protect
the
bloom.

if getting found
means i can’t be free,

i think i’d rather
lost like me.

 

now that you’ve found me i’m wondering
why being found is not comforting.
it doesn’t matter how good i’ve been,
with all these walls my God can’t get in.

i know that love is a freer thing;
it gives a safety than walls can’t bring.
i hear the calling from star and sky
come take my hand and give lost a try…

weren’t we all made to be wild?

the thorns on roses don’t reconcile

for they were put
there,
too.

for to protect
the
bloom.

if getting found
means i can’t be free,

i think i’d rather
lost like me.

 

 

 

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