Lost

I have the hope of glory,
The one that never comes,
And I can still tell the story,
Of how I see the shadows gather,

 

Of sailing through the storms,
Where waves and wind matter,
Of how I always seem to be,
Lost in the middle of nowhere;

 

It ends in my head somewhere,
But I ask myself each minute,
How it all ends without a start,
I yearn now for it to begin to finish.

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