in times where sense of circumstance true,
i did not think of what to do.
now when much has spun off round,
i find my days less profound.

how to find my way?
was there one, even then day?
or was illusion course of pay?

i do not-
i wish were so-
to somehow know.

my health, my hope sincere-
my way to help tis clear-
yet intimate souls discard me?

i know not why.
i knew not then.
i only wish,
to know again.

i have lost my way-