Lost Poem by Kevin John Racaza

Dreamt under the night's blanket,

Wished upon a shooting star;

There's so much you wanted to take,

Everything that's not worth the wait.



You left your spot in a hurry

For you've seen something new

Not knowing there's something better

Just kept and hidden somewhere there.



Whilst you can travel

You've gone too far and so

You've lost your road back home;

So dull your future have grown.



As though as you've made it through

Past all the struggles thrown in

But truth is you're bewildered

For the conflict is the victor you've gathered.



You've felt a little and thought a lot.

Befallen yourself deep in the pithole.

Hence, you've kept taking the false equilibrium

That all is right, you've wrongly assumed.



Weren't you the one who flew with rainbows,

Stood for ready and took a lift

Just so you've lost the sense of control

And stained the gift you've had like all?



Life starts after the storm; life anews.

Had you broken a wing and crashed

Or tipped over and got back to your home

Wouldn't it be better than the fame you've known?