l o s t

I don’t consider myself a reader.

But when I take the little set of words,

I-

I get lost.

Like in a maze with garden of roses,

Walking through the little set of words,

I-

I get lost.

Like in an old town square,

Waltzing through the little set of words,

I-

I get lost.

Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper.

Faster and faster and faster and faster and-

It ends.

I’m free yet again.