Lost Angel

LOST ANGEL 

Lost angel, falling ever so softly from grace 

Pondering what reality is, feeling like I've lost touch with it

Lost angel, restless and dark 

Like a fire is constantly under my feet, like my soul can never sleep 

Lost angel converses with its ego, wondering what and where it needs to be 

Ego needs to be stroked, emotions saved, its mind needing payment and reassurance 

Not knowing the distance from point A to point B, Sometimes it's pointless with a chance of possibilities 

Horizon meets vertical, and lost angel's tears grow the earth in sweet relief 

Her restlessness is for the best, as settling grows weary, but lets her know what doesn't work and what grows her

The challenge of lost angel is to recognize she is good, even in her indecisiveness 

Even in her indecisiveness, she's independent, she's free, free to roam the world in its brightness and graying 

Lost angel is a free spirit between the realms, passionate about so many intertwining scenarios, all of which add up to one, helping outside of herself 

Guided only by a still, small voice calling from afar

As vast as the wilderness, hot as the desert and sparkling as the bluest ocean

Lost angel is a rebel with a cause

Herself 

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