lost, I am

have been for a while

have been for how long now

this maze

it’s you

your vines

wrapped around

my feet

and toes


but if you let me

I’ll soothe your feather skin

lost, I am

but I don’t mind to stay



these days it’s so hard being a word artist

popping out words like pills

choosing them carefully

the right combination 

to stir feelings and thoughts

to get a reaction

well here’s a reaction

this right here

I’m so aware of me

of you reading me

I don’t know what I am any more


I want to be more

more than just the words on this page

and on this screen