"LOST"

Remember that moment when you lost who you were?
Searching all around like a game of hide and seek.
Tried to play by the rules when you should've took a peek.
To see where you were going,
which path you would take.
Just so you wouldn't make a mistake,
in life.
Trying to make sure everything that you did was precise.
Counting down to your journey,
yet too anxious to wait.
1, 2, skip a few 99, 100.
Ready or not here I come!
Because you wanted to fast forward life,
yet God's plan was already done.
Trying to be careful with every step that you made,
and then the light started to fade.
Stumbling in the dark,
trying to just follow your heart,
but in the midst you got lost.
Contemplating, yet filled with devastation of the tribulation that was about to occur.
Cause when night overcame the earth,
the truth revealed itself.
Forgetting your morals and beliefs,
with keening relief of grief.
Praying to God for forgiveness.
With the cup to your mouth.
Eyes dazed,
glary gaze.
Hips swinging,
hands searching for comfort.
Out of this zone,
gone.
Which way is up? Which way is right?
You needed God's light.
To shine on your path,
to get back to you.
Cause at that moment you couldn't see.
Where were you?
Who am I?

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