Lost: Part I

A part of the path of journey is getting lost.

Losing your self.
Losing your way.

Finding that once lost,
another path can be found.

Discouraged.

Afterall, why would the need to ever find a new path exist,
if it weren't for being lost?

I suppose one could come to a fork in the road.
And we all know the brilliant ones take the road less travelled.

What is it to sacrifice along the way?

I'm losing my childhood cloaked in drippy wet dreams - filled by idealism and utopia.
The idea that utopia can exist on this physical earth.

I'm losing that.

By gaining realism.

Realistic understanding of a world
lost to me.

A world I must recreate.