LOST & FOUND

by: ALLOFUS

I can’t remember who I am — can you?
Sometimes I wonder does it make sense anyway.
You say, you loved and lost.
I say, you lost love.
Yes, you lost love and now must find it or
die a mental death you know not.
You say, who needs it, what has it done for me?
I say, without it, you would not exist; you could
not form your lips to speak.
One day, I am very happy to say,
you will find you way to the light.
Here’s hoping you were lost, but now found.