The wind of dawn across the lost ones Bowed beneath the weight of the sky Treading within a sea of blossoms Endless and dark as the cosmos at night Singing to those who came before him The lost among the midnight track Calling again, the days of torment Mourning the life they can’t get back Missing the one they used to admire Failing to see the light here now Lost in a field of flowers and fire Yet so preoccupied and missing out. LN