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Lost
I was waiting for something beautiful
Staring at the sun
But instead it hurt my eyes
All I could do was run
Into the distance, into the fog
That stole my clarity
I became tired of lost souls
And endless acts of charity
So I'm sitting in a fire
It consumes me whole
And you think me a liar
And I think myself dull
But I couldn't stand the waiting
The suffering, the grief
And no moments on this planet
Offered any relief
You turn to me for an answer
Waiting for riposte
But in truth I am just a chancer
As finite as I am lost
Staring at the sun
But instead it hurt my eyes
All I could do was run
Into the distance, into the fog
That stole my clarity
I became tired of lost souls
And endless acts of charity
So I'm sitting in a fire
It consumes me whole
And you think me a liar
And I think myself dull
But I couldn't stand the waiting
The suffering, the grief
And no moments on this planet
Offered any relief
You turn to me for an answer
Waiting for riposte
But in truth I am just a chancer
As finite as I am lost
Published 16th May 2012
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