I have this thing,
And I like to call it
My shit complex.
And with this, there is a law
The law of ignorant hope
This law states, that a good soul will chase after a lost one, staying hopeful for a hopeless cause.
Because of this law, in this complex
I tend to chase after lost causes
Like you.
Then there is the law of reality
It's law is the law of the lost.
"The lost can only be found if and when they want to be found. And it is they, who must find themselves."
It's these two laws that I then decide, to save myself, to no longer let myself be a lost cause.
I hope when I find me, you find you, and we find us.
And if not
Have fun in your land of the lost
Happy hunting.
