Lost XXXII


Sorrow is a state of mind it floats about trying to find.
A purpose for existence how we crave that path of least resistance.
Sorrow is a state of mind it gloats about unkind.
Slowly killing the soul, like being sucked into a black hole.
Sorrow is a state of mind, to live, laugh, love and accept destiny blind.
For every breath, drops a grain of sand, in time.
Losing out on life would surely be a crime.

Ax