Let us get lost. Into the unknown. Into the wild. Let us never be found. Faraway, in time and space. You and me. Oblivion.
Being lost would be amazing.
~~~~~(＾▽＾)~~~~~
Lost is the word,
I'm as free as a bird,
flying off to the great heights,
searching for the little source of light
of guidance,
to free me from my
reluctance,
of discovering the wild,
once again, being a child.
Is it easy? I ask,
to be able to fulfil the task?
Will people frown?
As they watch me trying not to
drown?
Will the help me?
To obtain that level
of glee?
I try,
not to think of it,
watching that spark in my heart
lit,
it's amazing to be trying,
to be up high flying,
it's an oblivion I long,
and I invite you,
to get lost with me into the song.
A/N: Hey guys! This was an prompt poem I wrote on a topic given to me by my friend. Hope you like it!
And yes, I have not abandoned Acceptance. It'll be updated, don't kill me xD
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