Lost & Found

A soul that is golden does not always glisten


Sometimes the eyes lies, just to make your heart listen


Sprouting as an individual in essence


And cognizance


Not until I am lost do I begin to comprehend my purpose


Enthusiastically allowing blessings to be rearranged, to live the life that is worth it


The faraway stars seems to always get too incisive and hardly ever get discovered


A lot of countless locks not enough keys outnumbered


During this journey I’ve come to myself, with a fixed diligence


Sometimes, what leads me off course is mystifying, prudence