Lost..

I am lost,
Not to be found.
Lost in the woods,
Without any life, they say,
Last in the woods,
To have found some, I add.

I am lost,
I hear my own voice,
Through the waters of life,
Within my heart,
From the earth,
From the coffins.
I feel my own touch,
Yours 
Supplanting mine,
Suffocating mine.
I see my own self,
Up there,
Above the buildings
Taller than the pines,
Over the moon
Amongst the stars,
Bright and Blue;
Down here,
Between thy toes,
Beneath your foot,
Bare and Bruised.

I think my own thoughts,
Bemused by every single one of it,
Cutting across yours,
Hurting you.


Of your half truths and
Whole lies,
Which one do I take?
To become a lesser hypocrite;

Not sure,
Of either this or that,
Not sure,
Of either me or you;

Not bothered,
Neither you, Nor I.
Not bothered,
To reason it why,
I am honest,
I am lost,
Not to be found.