Lost by John Michaelson

I’m helpless and trapped in this lifeless void,

Suspended in limbo, arrested and lost.

What am I running from or trying to avoid,

When I know this delay comes at high cost.

My sense of purpose is lost in the fog,

I can no longer see the wood for the trees.

With no motivation I’m as sick as a dog,

I need to escape but I can’t find the keys.

I need to get out of this manipulated game,

Before it destroys me down to my core.

But I’ve lost my focus with nowhere to aim,

All I can muster is to stare at the floor.

This paid slavery system still holds me back,

Keeping me down and drowning in debt.

I fear I’m lost forever and can’t get on track,

My dreams and aspirations I want to forget.

I’ve been lost here before too many times,

This rock and a hard place is not my friend.

But still I manage to pump out my rhymes,

Is this my beginning instead of my end.

I wish I could free myself just for one day,

To give me the time to finish my book.

I’d get lost in my words to show you the way,

So you can read my prose in some cosy nook.

I want to take a risk but have too much to lose,

I’m still lost and tied on this uncharted course.

I know at some point I will have to choose,

If I am the cart or if I am the horse.

Bound by its bureaucracy and sticky red tape,

This no man’s land has stolen my worth.

Lost in its democracy that I have to escape,

For writing is my only true purpose on earth.

~John Michaelson~

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