A Different Lost
A Different Lost (For Mzhyper) They say I am strange, for the things I like best. I do things different, never following the rest. I am most happy, when I’m most lost. Of the things I discover, a dream but the cost. Wide is our world, so wild and free. My heart she savors, hear her call to me. Beauty is the grass there under my feet. Between garden blades, take I my seat. Small are the wonders, I see here and there. Alone...
