When I say I’m losing,
What I really mean is that I’m on my way
To being lost in something more
Well that doesn’t sound so bad now does it?
I’ve rubbed shoulders with people looking to be found
To be someone,
To be something,
To just be proud
To tilt their heads back and bask
In a lukewarm spotlight
Cast down from catwalks of superstition
I’ve shaken hands with men
Whose finely tailored suits
Just didn’t fit
Clothes don’t make the man
So stop wearing yourself thin
To a clinical observer of the human carnival
The games all sound the same
“Pick me, pick me, love me, use me.”
They call to each other like crickets at dusk
And I rock myself to sleep
Softly, to their song
There’s music in the sky if you know how to listen up
There’s power in the soil if you let yourself believe
And there’s good company to be found at eye level
Stop looking up, stop feeling down
Stop trying to be found
Lose yourself
There’s a liar in everything familiar
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