Michael Boone - beautifully lost

The sun rises as it sets.

The day comes as it passes.

The stars shine as the evening is warm,

Time beats on.


I am lost.

No present direction.

Standing at an intersection.

Deciding to sit down.



Time moves slower.

Life is vivid.

Options are endless.

Time has no meaning.


A smile.

Reason being,

The endless cycle.

Beautifully lost.

Michael Boone

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