Lost

I must admit
I am Lost
inside myself.

I don't know how to get out,
I've thrown away the key
and it's about to storm.

Help!
I may drown
into the dawn.

Shall I be ashamed
that I still don't know myself
after all these years...
Shall I pretend
I know every hole and every mole.

NO,
I shall stand my ground
knowing
I am me
somehow different
from the stoned fool I used to be.