A Little Lost
by cricketjeff on November 6, 2011. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
But who am I, the man that I am now?
The world is still the world I used to see
But something changed and no-one’s told me how.
I need to find a path that leads me home,
Another road, another point of view.
I’ve always felt the liberty to roam
But now I find I’m lost inside the new.
Tomorrow I shall start to be again,
Tomorrow or another day this week.
A happy smile is waiting for me when,
The me inside remembers how to speak.
I’ll close my eyes and hope I’ll understand,
That someone, somewhere wants to hold my hand.