Lost

What am I doing here?
Nothing seems clear
No, clarity is for those sound of mind
Those who don’t question and wonder
Why does life seem so lacking?

Just last night a friend I didn’t know
Maybe more of a friend
Built a flying machine like a bicycle
And even though it took a couple attempts
It did take off, even though it couldn’t glide well
I told my friend that so he could fix it

And just the night before I met a girl
A great big open field of green with sun abundant
I saw her there and we sat in a desk
And I felt lust and love all at once for the first time
Even though I had girlfriends before
And to think I had only been looking for my coat

And just this night I saw a fantastic film
Where a person’s soul walked beside them
In an animal form
And then there was dust, and universes parallel
And a device that would tell you the truth of everything
Everything around you
And to think the little girl was living more of a life
Than myself

So I ask again, what am I doing here?
Everything here is so real I feel like fantasy
But I am trapped, much like the souls in our bodies
So what to do? I don’t know
Lost to the point I can’t even finish my narrative