His eyes are open,
Staring at the wall,
Thoughts lost,
In space.
"Let me lose myself."
"Let me lose myself."
And she's already there,
Lost and up, up,
Through the atmosphere.
Thoughts way past Mars,
No hope on Earth for her,
She's lost.
"Let me lose myself."
"Let me lose myself."
And as he plays,
Bangs though's keys,
He's lost to the melody,
And he hums along,
To his own beat,
And sings,
He's lost himself,
In the music.
"Let me lose myself."
"Let me lose myself."
She writes,
Moving along with the flow,
As the words show up on the screen,
The faster her fingers go,
Eager to get it all down,
And she is lost,
To a world,
All of her own.
"Let me lose myself."
"Let me lose myself."
The artist,
He paints,
She shapes,
Uses clay,
And he a brush,
Creating and making,
Something all of their own,
A piece of them,
Put into a work of art,
Turns it into a whole.
"Let me lose myself."
"Let me lose myself."
We are all artists,
We are all visionaries.
We envision worlds,
And we create,
With words and images,
With shapes and sounds,
We make.
We see the world like no one else,
And when we get lost,
We get lost.
Dive in so deep,
That when we submerge,
It's like rebirth.
A fire in your heart,
And a calmness in your veins.
You become anxious,
Excited,
Anticipating your masterpiece,
Because you lost yourself in your work of art,
Too caught up in the moment to be found.
Wow.
Like, wow.
Because this is what emotion sounds like,
Feels like,
Looks like,
Emotion so raw,
That it's personal.
And you feel it,
Running through your body,
And mind,
And soul,
You feel this adrenaline pumping,
Making you feel whole,
And you smile,
Or cry,
Because this is what you created,
When you were lost in the moment.
So let loose,
Lose yourself,
Get caught up,
And create,
Something beautiful.
Lose yourself,
And hide.
In a place where no one,
Will find.
And write.
And paint.
And sculpt,
And mold.
Shape,
Form,
Create.
Lose yourself.
Lose yourself.
"Let me lose myself."
"Let me lose myself." Is quoted from Skylar Grey's song, "Dance Without You."
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She Dreams of Paradise
Poetry"She writes, Moving along with the flow, As the words show up on the screen, The faster her fingers go, Eager to get it all down, And she is lost, To a world, All of her own." -Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone e...
