The sun rises as it sets.
The day comes as it passes.
The stars shine as the evening is warm,
Time beats on.
I am lost.
No present direction.
Standing at an intersection.
Deciding to sit down.
Time moves slower.
Life is vivid.
Options are endless.
Time has no meaning.
A smile.
Reason being,
The endless cycle.
Beautifully lost.
Michael Boone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautifully-lost/
