Lost Essay Research Paper reaching back for

Lost Essay, Research Paper

reaching back for something that isn’t there

you suddenly feel you no longer care

your once soft feelings are hard as stone

and in your decisions you are now alone

pages ripped out of your book of life

the same as being stabbed with a butcher knife

there’s no direction, don’t know who’s the boss

you feel alone, you feel so lost

from an “A” to a “C” student you have turned

the ripped out pages have now been burned

you lost your smarts and you lost your mind

you feel stuck out, a one and only kind

everything sucks, but still you try

to find yourself an alibi

some good dirrection must soon be found

or you’ll be six feet underground

without a hope, without a chance

your life is gone in one quick glance

you picked the wrong door and must pay the cost

of being confused, and yet still lost

you see a relative, you see a saint

this beautiful sight makes you faint

love is overwhelming, fear is out of sight

you squeeze your loved ones, you hold them tight

then everything suddenly begins to fade

you find yourself in a very different place

then a ghostly figure approaches you

but his color is RED, not BLUE

your temperature quickly begins to rise

a lake of tears fill into your eyes

you’ve heard of this place, you know it well

you’re stuck down in the pits of hell

the figure tells you to sin, whenever

and not to trust anyone, never

he says to be mean, to talk in ugly words

after all the word “live” is “evil” spelled backwards

then, once again, things fade in a hurry

everything then becomes all blurry

a new, bright light shines into your eyes

it’s the kind of thing that makes you cry

you wake to see the morning sun

the visions and figures you saw are gone

it seemed so real, but I’m glad it’s not

because now I’m thankful for what I’ve got

no need to be scared, it was just a dream

just take a breath, you must redeem

though you can tell you’re home by the morning frost

you still have no direction, you are still lost