Lost

every word not said on time

every time you missed a line

every single thing forgotten

all the wants without a bought in

another try, it’s a mistake

had a rule, it had to break

crossing lines to dot an i

training wheels, you dreamt to fly

another day without a call

in a big world you feel quite small

another night in bed alone

one by one, and all is gone

a shinning star in too much light

can feel so dull without more sight

reaching out will fade from view

do others see it disappearing too?

what’s the point in being there?

what’s the reason to play fair?

keep on going - a direction?

to survive, or have perfection?

still here? there’s a reflection

to find you’re lost in too much introspection.

(London, 2nd August 2025)